Memory Is Imagination Pinned Down.

If You Do Not Throw In A Few Promises Of Better Things To Come, Gloomy One, I Am Going To Take You Back To The Library.

Pain Narrows Consciousness; Pleasure Blurs It.

Work At First Rescues Us, Then Ravages Us.

I Cling To Depression, Thinking It A Form Of Truth.

No One Can Remember Himself As An Unpleasant Child.