It Is The Nobel Prize

I Don't Need Anybody To Tell Me How To Be Alive.

You Have To Protect Yourself, Your Body, Your Being. You Cannot Treat It Badly; You Have To Keep It, Make As Sensitive As Possible

Whenever I Was With A Woman, I Always Sort Of Want Another One. So There Was Always Another One. I Can't Explain This, But It Means That These Women, They Were Not Sharing My Solitude.

I've Solved The Mystery: You Have To Submit Silently. Open Up, Let Go. Let Anything Penetrate You, Even The Most Painful Things. Endure. Bear Up. That's The Magic Key! The Text Comes By Itself, And Its Meaning Shakes The Soul. You Mustn't Let Scar Tissue Form On Your Wounds; You Have To Keep Ripping Them Open In Order To Turn Your Insides Into A Marvelous Instrument That Is Capable Of Anything. All This Has Its Price.

Once, I Took A Taxi. I Hate Those Limousines. They Stink And Their Drivers Have Been Driving Dead People To The Cemeteries.