Going around under an umbrella interferes with one's looking up at the sky.

When people claim to know who I am, I can no longer act freely.

I am going to put myself to sleep now for a bit longer than usual. Call it Eternity

I suppress in my prose any language which calls attention to itself.

Going around under an umbrella interferes with one's looking up at the sky.

The principles of true art is not to portray, but to evoke.

I collect human relationships very much the way others collect fine art.