One Must Be A Living Man And

History Is A Combination Of Reality And Lies. The Reality Of History Becomes A Lie. The Unreality Of The Fable Becomes The Truth.

Everything One Does In Life, Even Love, Occurs In An Express Train Racing Toward Death. To Smoke Opium Is To Get Out Of The Train While It Is Still Moving. It Is To Concern Oneself With Something Other Than Life Or Death.

Lying Is The Only Art Form That The Public Sanctions And Instinctively Prefers To Reality.

I Succeeded In Bewitching A Fair Number And In Being Intoxicated With My Mistakes.

What Uniform Can I Wear To Hide My Heavy Heart? It Is Too Heavy. It Will Always Show.