The Map Appears To Us More Real

Money Poisons You When You've Got It, And Starves You When You Haven't.

Nobody Knows You. You Don't Know Yourself. And I, Who Am Half In Love With You, What Am I In Love With? My Own Imaginings?

Sex Is Really Only Touch, The Closest Of All Touch. And It's Touch We're Afraid Of.

The True Self Is Not Aware That It Is A Self. A Bird, As It Sings, Sings Itself. But Not According To A Picture. It Has No Idea Of Itself.

Any Inhibition Must Be Wrong, Since Inevitably In The End It Causes Neurosis And Insanity.