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The Eye Identifies Itself Not With The Body It Belongs To But With The Object Of Its Attention.

The Delirium And Horror Of The East. The Dusty Catastrophe Of Asia. Green Only On The Banner Of The Prophet. Nothing Grows Here Except Mustaches.

The Real History Of Consciousness Starts With One's First Lie.

I'm 100 Percent Jewish By Blood, But By Education I'm Nothing. By Affiliation I'm Nothing.

Love Itself Is The Most Elitist Of Passions. It Acquires Its Stereoscopic Substance And Perspective Only In The Context Of Culture, For It Takes Up More Place In The Mind Than It Does In Bed. Outside Of That Setting It Falls Flat Into One-dimensional Fiction.