Comedians Are The Nearest To Suicide.

It Is Not Love That Is Blind, But Jealousy.

Perhaps Our Only Sickness Is To Desire A Truth Which We Cannot Bear Rather Than To Rest Content With The Fictions We Manufacture Out Of Each Other.

There Is No Pain Compared To That Of Loving A Woman Who Makes Her Body Accessible To One And Yet Who Is Incapable Of Delivering Her True Self -- Because She Does Not Know Where To Find It.

A Critic Is A Lug-worm In The Liver Of Literature.

Truth Is A Woman. That Is Why It Is Enigmatic.