From The Earliest Wars Of Men To

Freedom' Is The Most Expensive Possession There Is; It Has To Be Paid For With Loneliness.

A Broken Heart Is Such A Shabby Thing, Like Poverty And Failure And The Incurable Diseases Which Are Also Deforming. I Hate It And Am Ashamed Of It, And I Must Somehow Repair This Heart And Put It Back Into Its Normal Condition, As A Tough Somewhat Scarred But Operating Organ.

In November You Begin To Know How Long The Winter Will Be.

If I Practised Sex, Out Of Moral Conviction, That Was One Thing; But To Enjoy It... Seemed A Defeat.

The Only Way I Can Pay Back For What Fate And Society Have Handed Me Is To Try, In Minor Totally Useless Ways, To Make An Angry Sound Against Injustice.