The Experience Of Our Generation: That Capitalism

Things Are Only Mannequins And Even The Great World-historical Events Are Only Costumes Beneath Which They Exchange Glances With Nothingness.

In The End, We Get Older, We Kill Everyone Who Loves Us Through The Worries We Give Them, Through The Troubled Tenderness We Inspire In Them, And The Fears We Ceaselessly Cause.

Boredom Is The Dream Bird That Hatches The Egg Of Experience. A Rustling In The Leaves Drives Him Away.

Genuine Polemics Approach A Book As Lovingly As A Cannibal Spices A Baby.

Counsel Woven Into The Fabric Of Real Life Is Wisdom.