We Live At The Edge Of The

Every Moment Is A Golden One For Him Who Has The Vision To Recognize It As Such.

The American White Man (not To Speak Of The Indian, The Negro, The Mexican) Hasn't A Ghost Of A Chance. If He Has Any Talent He's Doomed To Have It Crushed One Way Or Another. The American Way Is To Seduce A Man By Bribery And Make A Prostitute Of Him. Or Else To Ignore Him, Starve Him Into Submission And Make A Hack Of Him.

All My Calvaries Were Rosy Crucifixions, Pseudo-tragedies To Keep The Fires Of Hell Burning Brightly For The Real Sinners Who Are In Danger Of Being Forgotten.

I Read To Be Taken Out Of Myself, To Become Ecstatic.

I Don't Think We Should Read For Instruction But To Give Our Souls A Chance To Luxuriate.