There Is No Greater Impotence

I No Longer Gave A Sick Dog's Drop For The Wisdom, The Reliability And The Authority Of The Public's Literary Mind, Those Creeps And Old Ladies Of Vested Reviewing.

I Am Convinced The Most Unfortunate People Are Those Who Would Make An Art Of Love. It Sours Other Effort. Of All Artists, They Are Certainly The Most Wretched.

I Guess All That's Left Is To Love The Fire.

Existentialism Is The Kind Of Philosophy That Makes For Legendary Children.

Harsh Words Live In The Dungeon Of The Heart