Hate Contains Truth. Beauty Is A Facade.

Bad Taste Creates Many More Millionaires Than Good Taste.

Potential," I Said, "doesn't Mean A Thing. You've Got To Do It. Almost Every Baby In A Crib Has More Potential Than I Have.

The Human Race Had Always Disgusted Me. Essentially, What Made Them Disgusting Was The Family-relationship Illness, Which Included Marriage, Exchange Of Power And Aid, Which Neighborhood, Your District, Your City, Your County, Your State, Your Nation-everybody Grabbing Each Other's Assholes In The Honeycomb Of Survival Out Of A Fear-animalistic Stupidity.

You Have To Die A Few Times Before You Can Really Live.

I Thought You Were Sane," I Said, "but You're Just As Crazy As The Rest Of Them.