Love Requited Is A Short Circuit.

To Him Who Has Nothing It Is Forbidden Not To Relish Filth.

We Are All Born Crazy. Some Remain That Way.

To Find A Form That Accommodates The Shape Of The Mess, That Is The Task Of The Artist Now.

He Who Has Waited Long Enough, Will Wait Forever. And There Comes The Hour When Nothing More Can Happen And Nobody More Can Come And All Is Ended But The Waiting That Knows Itself In Vain.

I Know Those Little Phrases That Seem So Innocuous, And, Once You Let Them In, Pollute The Whole Of Speech. 'nothing Is More Real Than Nothing.' They Rise Up Out Of The Pit And Know No Rest Until They Drag You Down Into Its Dark.