I Feel Fairly Certain That My Hatred

Finished Things Cease To Be A Shelter For The Spirit; But Work In Progress Is A Delight.

There Is No Such Thing, As Far As I'm Concerned, As Ownership In Love.

All That Remains Is The Mad Desire For Present Identity Through A Woman.

I Live, Like Every Real Man, In My Work.

The American Way Of Life. Even What They Eat And Drink, These Palefaces Who Don't Know What Wine Istheir Uglinesstheir Pink Sausage Skin, Horrible, They Only Live Because There Is Penicillin,... The World As An Americanized Vacuumtheir Fake Health, Their Fake Youthfulnessthe Way They Use Cosmetics Even On Corpses, Their Whole Pornographic Attitude To Death.