People Avenge Themselves For The Favors Done

The Beginning Of Genius Is Being Scared Shitless.

The Rich Don't Have To Kill To Eat. They Employ People, As They Call It. The Rich Don't Do Evil Themselves. They Pay. People Do All They Can To Please Them, And Everybody's Happy.

There's A Point Of Poverty At Which The Spirit Isn't With The Body All The Time. It Finds The Body Really Too Unbearable. So It's Almost As If You Were Talking To The Soul Itself. And A Soul's Not Properly Responsible.

I Was A Hundred-percent Sick, I Felt As If I Had No Further Use For My Legs, They Just Hung Over The Edge Of My Bed Like Unimportant And Rather Ridiculous Objects.

Chin Up, Ferdinand," I Kept Saying To Myself, To Keep Up My Courage. "what With Being Chucked Out Of Everywhere, You're Sure To Find Whatever It Is That Scares All Those Bastards So. It Must Be At The End Of The Night, And That's Why They're So Dead Set Against Going To The End Of The Night.