And I sit here without identity: faceless. My head aches.
How many different deaths I can die?
Every day is precious and I feel infinitely sad at this time melting away from me.
To learn and think; to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.
A psychiatrist is the god of our age. But they cost money.
What is so real as the cry of a child? A rabbit's cry may be wilder But it has no soul.