How Easily The Routine Of Sin Establishes

After The Collapse Of Socialism, Capitalism Remained Without A Rival. This Unusual Situation Unleashed Its Greedy And - Above All - Its Suicidal Power. The Belief Is Now That Everything - And Everyone - Is Fair Game.

What I Do Is Sometimes - At Least In Germany - Met With Wounding Campaigns. I Always Face The Question: Should I Grow Myself A Thick Skin And Ignore It, Or Should I Let Myself Be Wounded? I've Decided To Be Wounded, Since, If I Grew A Thick Skin, There Are Other Things I Wouldn't Feel Any More.

Today I Know That All Things Are Watching, That Nothing Goes Unseen, That Even Wallpaper Has A Better Memory Than Human Beings. It's Not God In His Heaven Who Sees Everything. A Kitchen Chair, A Clothes Hanger, A Half-filled Ashtray, Or The Wooden Replica Of A Woman Named Niobe Can Serve Perfectly Well As An Unforgetting Witness To Our Every Deed.

When The Young Woman Leans Over The Sky, About To Water The Flowers As Well As The Weeds, Her White Front Splits Open Until Her Milk Runs.

When Satan's Not In The Mood, Virtue Triumphs. Hasn't Even Satan A Right Not To Be In The Mood Once In A While?