Great Sex Is Apocalyptic. There

As Many People Die From An Excess Of Timidity As From Bravery.

When You Know Too Much Information And You Acquire It Too Easily, You Tend To Either Use It In Disagreeable Ways, Out Of Vanity, Or You Tend To Be Indiscriminate About It. I Mean, In The Old Days, It Was Tricky, You Had To Go To Various Encyclopedias, You Had To Go To The Library, Maybe Spend A Day There, Whatever. But In The End, If You Found Something, It Was Really Exciting. Now You Hit A Couple Of Buttons And You Get Some Information. Which, By The Way, Is Almost Always Presented In That Same Goddamn Mediocre Style That Characterizes The Internet For Me. It Is Slightly Deadening.

Horror Films Do Not Prepare Us For The Hours Lost In Searching After One Clear Thought.

Murder Offers The Promise Of Vast Relief. It Is Never Unsexual.

Every Time A Story About Me Appears In A Newspaper, I Am Injured Professionally.