Weakness Is Strength.

A Generation Of The Unteachable Is Hanging Upon Us Like A Necklace Of Corpses.

Every Joke Is A Tiny Revolution

We Of The Sinking Middle Class May Sink Without Further Struggles Into The Working Class Where We Belong, And Probably When We Get There It Will Not Be So Dreadful As We Feared, For, After All, We Have Nothing To Lose.

He Was Conscious Of Nothing Except The Blankness Of The Page In Front Of Him, The Itching Of The Skin Above His Ankle, The Blaring Of The Music, And A Slight Booziness Caused By The Gin.

Perhaps One Did Not Want To Be Loved So Much As To Be Understood.