Fate Is Written In The Face.

I Think That One Can Have Luck If One Tries To Create An Atmosphere Of Spontaneity.

Objects And Their Functions No Longer Had Any Significance. All I Perceived Was Perception Itself, The Hell Of Forms And Figures Devoid Of Human Emotion And Detached From The Reality Of My Unreal Environment. I Was An Instrument In A Virtual World That Constantly Renewed Its Own Meaningless Image In A Living World That Was Itself Perceived Outside Of Nature. And Since The Appearance Of Things Was No Longer Definitive But Limitless, This Paradisiacal Awareness Freed Me From The Reality External To Myself. The Fire And The Rose, As It Were, Became One.

Nietzsche Claimed That His Genius Was In His Nostrils And I Think That Is A Very Excellent Place For It To Be.

Never Trust A Woman Who Doesn’t Like To Eat. She Is Probably Lousy In Bed.

If There Were A Little More Silence, If We All Kept Quiet...maybe We Could Understand Something.