All mothers breed dead children.

Women in love are patheticand I cannot be bothered, for now,I am back to metaphysicsand my armpits gather hair.

Now, as we close one chapter, the pen is gradually inking up, preparing itself to write the next.

It’s just another stop on the curvy roadthe final encounterfor the man who has liveddeath is the answer.

Do not judge a woman on her knees_you never know how tall she is when she stands!

I ain’t scared to lend a handI ain’t scared to clench it either

Do not judge a woman on her knees: you never know how tall she is when she stands.