Dying for dark — and the darker the Worse. Strange.
We spend our life, it's ours, trying to bring together in the same instant a ray of sunshine and a free bench
An imaginative adventure does not enjoy the same corsets as reportage.
My keepers, why keepers, I'm in no danger of stirring an inch, ah I see, it's to make me think I'm a prisoner, frantic with corporeality, rearing to get out and away.
How hideous is the semicolon.
The situation is that of him who is helpless, cannot act, in the event cannot paint, since he is obliged to paint. The act is of him who, helpless, unable to act, acts, in the event paints, since he is obliged to paint.