Man Is The Being Whose Project It

I Was Escaping From Nature And At Last Becoming Myself, That Other Whom I Was Aspiring To Be In The Eyes Of Others.

To Think New Thoughts You Have To Break The Bones In Your Head

I Think That Is The Big Danger In Keeping A Diary: You Exaggerate Everything.

A Lost Battle Is A Battle One Thinks One Has Lost.

It Is No Longer Possible To Escape Men. Farewell To The Monsters, Farewell To The Saints. Farewell To Pride. All That Is Left Is Men.