Each Thing We See Hides Something Else

I Detest My Past, And Anyone Else's. I Detest Resignation, Patience, Professional Heroism And Obligatory Beautiful Feelings. I Also Detest The Decorative Arts, Folklore, Advertising, Voices Making Announcements, Aerodynamism, Boy Scouts, The Smell Of Moth Balls, Events Of The Moment, And Drunken People.

I Have Few Illusions: The Cause Is Lost In Advance. As For Me, I Do My Part, Which Is To Drag A Fairly Drab Existence To Its Conclusion.

If The Dream Is A Translation Of Waking Life, Waking Life Is Also A Translation Of The Dream.

Nothing Is Confused Except The Mind.

An Object Is Not So Attached To Its Name That We Cannot Find Another One That Would Suit It Better.