A Work Of Art Is A Confession.

In The Midst Of Winter, I Found There Was, Within Me, An Invincible Summer. And That Makes Me Happy. For It Says That No Matter How Hard The World Pushes Against Me, Within Me, There’s Something Stronger – Something Better, Pushing Right Back.

I Was Assailed By Memories Of A Life That Wasn't Mine Anymore, But One In Which I'd Found The Simplest And Most Lasting Joys.

The Absurd Hero's Refusal To Hope Becomes His Singular Ability To Live In The Present With Passion.

You Know Very Well That I No Longer Think. I Am Far Too Intelligent For That.

Happiness Implied A Choice, And Within That Choice A Concerted Will, A Lucid Desire.