In A Word, The Consumer Of Mass

You Live In A Deranged Age, More Deranged Than Usual Because In Spite Of Great Scientific And Technological Advances, Man Has Not The Faintest Idea Of Who He Is Or What He Is Doing.

Whenever I Feel Bad, I Go To The Library And Read Controversial Periodicals. Though I Do Not Know Whether I Am A Liberal Or A Conservative, I Am Nevertheless Enlivened By The Hatred Which One Bears The Other. In Fact, This Hatred Strikes Me As One Of The Few Signs Of Life Remaining In The World.

Have You Noticed That Only In Time Of Illness Or Disaster Or Death Are People Real?

It Is Not A Bad Thing To Settle For The Little Way, Not The Big Search For The Big Happiness But The Sad Little Happiness Of Drinks And Kisses, A Good Little Car And A Warm Deep Thigh.

To Become Aware Of The Possibility Of The Search Is To Be Onto Something.