Don't Touch Me! Don't Question

How Do You Manage It, She Said, At Your Age? I Told Her I'd Been Saving Up For Her All My Life.

We Wait. We Are Bored. (he Throws Up His Hand.) No, Don't Protest, We Are Bored To Death, There's No Denying It. Good. A Diversion Comes Along And What Do We Do? We Let It Go To Waste. Come, Let's Get To Work! (he Advances Towards The Heap, Stops In His Stride.) In An Instant All Will Vanish And We'll Be Alone More, In The Midst Of Nothingness!

To Be An Artist Is To Fail, As No Other Dare Fail, That Failure Is His World And The Shrink From Desertion, Art And Craft, Good Housekeeping, Living.

Love Requited Is A Short Circuit.

The Sun Shone, Having No Alternative, On The Nothing New.