All Memory Can Do Is

Those Who Are Driven By Poverty, Those Who're Free From Material Worries Hunger Exhausting Labor A Joyless Existence Ask The Same Question, The Question Of Meaning.

We Get On The Bandwagon In All Sorts Of Ways - You Know Minor Ways And Major Ways - Like What You've Just Encountered Which Isn't Censorship Exactly, It Was Something Sort Of Uglier In A Way.

There's A Point At Which When I Start To Know A Man Well--this Isn't True Of Women--i Wonder Whether There's Something In Him That's Evil. Something That's Pure And Can't Be Touched. This Quality Of Evil May Be Related To The Quality Of Artistry, For An Artist Has The Same Characteristics.

There Must Be A Secret Hidden In This Book Or Else You Wouldn't Bother To Read It

Life Doesn't Exist Inside Language: Too Bad For Me.