Between the vision and the act lies the shadow.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?

After such knowledge, what forgiveness? Think now History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions Guides us by vanities.

An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.

The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.

In order to possess what you do not possess, you must go by the way of dispossession.

Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow For Thine is the Kingdom Between the conception And the creation Between the emotion And the response Falls the Shadow Life is very long Between the desire And the spasm Between the potency And the existence Between the essence And the descent Falls the Shadow For Thine is the Kingdom For Thine is Life is For Thine is the This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper.