The Images Of Things Are Not The

My Memories Pale As I Prevail Upon Them Again And Again. They Become More And More Ghostly. I Fear Nothing So Much As Losing Them Altogether And Having Only My Blank Endless Mind To Live In.

And So The Ordinary Unendurable Torments We All Experienced Were Indeed Exceptional In The Way They Were Absorbed In Each Heart.

Writing Is An Exploration. You Start From Nothing And Learn As You Go.

Whenever Citizens Are Seen Routinely As Enemies Of Their Own Government, Writers Are Rountinely Seen To Be The Most Dangerous Enemies.

Because Like All Whores You Value Propriety. You Are Creature Of Capitalism, The Ethics Of Which Are So Totally Corrupt And Hypocritical That Your Beauty Is No More Than The Beauty Of Gold, Which Is To Say False And Cold And Useless.