Only The Boring Get Bored

I'll Use The Knives For Spreading Jam, And The Gas To Warm My Greying Love.

My Ambition Is Handicapped By Laziness

Pain Is Absurd Because It Exists, Nothing More.

My Objection To War Was Not That I Had To Kill Somebody Or Be Killed Senselessly, That Hardly Mattered. What I Objected To Was To Be Denied The Right To Sit In A Small Room And Starve And Drink Cheap Wine And Go Crazy In My Own Way And At My Own Leisure.

‎"she’ Mad But She’ Magic. There’ No Lie In Her Fire.