I Have No Nationality - The Best

The Sole Means Of Protecting Your Solitude Is To Offend Everyone, Beginning With Those You Love.

To Devastate By Language, To Blow Up The Word And With It The World.

Normal People Have Nothing To Forget.

Consider Love: Is There A Nobler Outpouring, A Rapture Less Suspect? Its Shudders Rival Music, Compete With The Tears Of Solitude And Of Ecstasy: Sublime...but A Sublimity Inseperable From The Urinary Tract: Transports Bordering Upon Excretion, A Heaven Of The Glands, Sudden Sancitity Of The Orifices. It Takes No More Than A Moment Of Attention For This Intoxication, Shaken, To Cast You Back Into The Ordures Of Physiology Or A Moment Of Fatigue To Recognize That So Much Ardor Produces Only A Variety Of Mucous.

Nothing Is So Wearing As The Possession Or Abuse Of Liberty.