God, How Impossible Life Is Without Money.

Memory Was Such A Worthless Thing, Really. Nothing It Dealt With Was Attainable. It Was Concerned With Phantom Acts And Feelings, With All That Was Uncapturable Except In Thought. It Was Without Satisfaction.

In A World Of Monotonous Horror There Could Be No Salvation In Wild Dreaming.

After A While, Though, Even The Deepest Sorrow Faltered, Even The Most Penetrating Despair Lost Its Scalpel Edge.

If You Go Too Far In Fantasy And Break The String Of Logic, And Become Nonsensical, Someone Will Surely Remind You Of Your Dereliction....pound For Pound, Fantasy Makes A Tougher Opponent For The Creative Person.

To Me There Is Nothing That Goes Against Nature. If It Seems Incomprehensible, Its Only Because We Havent Been Able To Understand It Yet.