I Live, Like Every Real Man, In

Nothing Is Harder Than To Accept Oneself.

A Society Needs Famous People; The Question Is Whom It Chooses For That Role. Any Criticism Of Its Choice Is By Implication A Criticism Of That Society.

I Know That I'm The Happiest Of Lovers.

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.

Time Does Not Change Us. It Just Unfolds Us.