You Can't Change Old People.

Murder Is A Dream Because Lack Is The Center Of Both.

Those Who Are Driven By Poverty, Those Who're Free From Material Worries Hunger Exhausting Labor A Joyless Existence Ask The Same Question, The Question Of Meaning.

Writing Must Be A Machine For Breaking Down, That Is, Allowing The Now Uncontrolled And Uncontrollable Reconstitutions Of Thoughts And Expressions. All Other Kinds Of Writing Simply Express.

I Find Waiting Unbearable Because It Makes Me Passive And Negates Me. I Hate Being Nothing.

Life Doesn't Exist Inside Language: Too Bad For Me.