Society Is Cancerous And Bureaucracy Is Its

I Am Not One Of Those Weak-spirited, Sappy Americans Who Want To Be Liked By All The People Around Them. I Don’t Care If People Hate My Guts; I Assume Most Of Them Do. The Important Question Is Whether They Are In A Position To Do Anything About It. My Affections, Being Concentrated Over A Few People, Are Not Spread All Over Hell In A Vile Attempt To Placate Sulky, Worthless Shits.

Writers, Like Elephants, Have Long, Vicious Memories. There Are Things I Wish I Could Forget.

No One Owns Life, But Anyone Who Can Pick Up A Frying Pan Owns Death.

I Miss You So Much Your Absence Causes Me, At Times, Accute Pain. I Don't Mean Sexually. I Mean In Connection With My Writing.

An Addict Never Stops Growing. Stupider.