I Want To Get Out Of Here

One Of The Most Destructive Forces In The World Is Love. For The Following Reason: The World Is A Conglomeration Of Objects, No, Of Events And The Approachings Of Events Towards Objects, Therefore Of Becoming Stases Static Stagnant, Of All That Is Unreal. You Get In The World, You Get Your Daily Life Your Routine Doesn’t Matter If You’re Rich Poor Legal Illegal, You Begin To Believe What Doesn’t Change Is Real, And Love Comes Along And Shows All These Unchangeable For Ever Fixtures To Be Flimsy Paper Bits. Love Can Tear Anything To Shreds.

Every Day A Sharp Tool, A Powerful Destroyer, Is Necessary To Cut Away Dullness, Lobotomy, Buzzing, Belief In Human Beings, Stagnancy, Images, And Accumulation. As Soon As We Stop Believing In Human Beings, Rather Know We Are Dogs And Trees, We'll Start To Be Happy.

The Whole World Is Men's Bloody Fantasies.

There Must Be A Secret Hidden In This Book Or Else You Wouldn't Bother To Read It

Even A Woman Who Has The Soul Of A Pirate, At Least Pirate Morals, Even A Woman Who Prefer Loneliness To The Bickerings And Constraints Of Heterosexual Marriage, Even Such A Woman Who Is A Freak In Our Society Needs A Home... The Only Characteristic Freaks Share Is Our Knowledge That We Don't Fit In.