‘I’m an insect who dreamt he was a man and loved it. But now the dream is over…’


The Things That Really Matter
‘I’m an insect who dreamt he was a man and loved it. But now the dream is over…’

‘I’ve often thought that there should be beauty contests for the insides of bodies…’

‘On the stairs of Death I write your name, Liberty...’

‘They’re her children. More exactly, they’re the children of her rage...’
