I Hated The Words. Each One Was

One Knows One's Madnesses, By And Large. By And Large The Knowledge Is Vacuous. The Notion Of Naming The Beast To Conquer It Is The Idiot Optimism Of Psychotherapy.

My Mother Once Told Me She Thought Hell Would Be Nothing More Than Being Given A Glimpse Of God--then Having It Taken Away, Forever.

I Hated The Words. Each One Was Like A Big Live Insect In My Mouth.

You Think God Will Never Forgive You, But The Only God Is Beauty And Beauty Always Forgives. It Forgives With Its Infinite Indifference.

For You, My Darlings, Freedom To Do What You Like Is The Discovery Of How Unlikable What You Like To Do Makes You. Not That That Stops You Doing What You Like, Since You Like Doing What You Like More Than You Like Liking What You Do... [lucifer]