The Nonsense That Charms Is Close To

Rage Is Exciting, But Leaves Me Confused And Exhausted.

I Reject All Evidence That My Fabulous Beloved Is An Ordinary Person Who Worries, Watches Tv, And Has Bouts Of Indigestion.

Even In Writing An Annual Report, The Unconscious Plays A Role.

When A Modest Man Praises Himself, People Listen.

Writing About An Idea Frees Me Of It. Thinking About It Is A Circle Of Repetitions.