Indifference And Pride Look Very Much Alike,

When We Are Not Sure, We Are Alive.

Destruction After All Is A Form Of Creation.

My Two Fingers On A Typewriter Have Never Connected With My Brain. My Hand On A Pen Does. A Fountain Pen, Of Course. Ball-point Pens Are Only Good For Filling Out Forms On A Plane.

The Argument Of Danger Only Applies To Those Who Live In Relative Safety.

Self-expression Is A Hard And Selfish Thing. It Eats Everything, Even The Self. At The End You Find You Haven't Even Got A Self To Express.