The Only Thing That Really Teaches One

It Has To Be Admitted That We English Have Sex On The Brain, Which Is A Very Unsatisfactory Place To Have It.

Accumulating Knowledge Is A Form Of Avarice And Lends Itself To Another Version Of The Midas Story ...man [is] So Avid For Knowledge That Everything That He Touches Turns To Facts; His Faith Becomes Theology; His Love Becomes Lechery; His Wisdom Becomes Science; Pursuing Meaning, He Ignores Truth.

When The Devil Makes His Offer (always Open Incidentally) Of The Kingdoms Of The Earth, It Is The Bordellos Which Glow So Alluringly To Most Of Us, Not The Banks And The Counting-houses And The Snow-swept Corridors Of Power . . . Sex Is The Mysticism Of A Materialistic Society - In The Beginning Was The Flesh, And The Flesh Became Word; With Its Own Mysteries - This Is My Birth Pill; Swallow It In Remembrance Of Me! - And Its Own Sacred Texts And Scriptures - The Erotica Which Fall Like Black Atomic Rain On The Just And Unjust Alike, Drenching Us, Stupefying Us. To Be Carnally Minded Is Life!

I Don't Think That It Would Make The Slightest Difference To Life And To The Aspects Of Life That Interest Me If We Could Go To The Moon Tomorrow, Because I Think What Really Makes Life Interesting Is The Big Question "why?"

I Hate Government. I Hate Power. I Think That Man's Existence, Insofar As He Achieves Anything, Is To Resist Power, To Minimize Power, To Devise Systems Of Society In Which Power Is The Least Exerted.