My Eye, My Brain, Are

Things Never Pass Where You Think, Nor Along The Paths You Think

The Plane Of Consistency Is The Abolition Of All Metaphor; All That Consists Is Real.

It Is Not The Slumber Of Reason That Engenders Monsters, But Vigilant And Insomniac Rationality

The Problem Is No Longer Getting People To Express Themselves, But Providing Little Gaps Of Solitude And Silence In Which They Might Eventually Find Something To Say. Repressive Forces Don’t Stop People From Expressing Themselves, But Rather, Force Them To Express Themselves. What A Relief To Have Nothing To Say, The Right To Say Nothing, Because Only Then Is There A Chance Of Framing The Rare, Or Ever Rarer, The Thing That Might Be Worth Saying.

The Morality Of Customs,the Spirit Of The Laws, Produces The Man Emancipated From The Law.