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And The Ideologies Trailed After These Impossible Events Like Condemned Prisoners, As Ideologies Do When They've Had Their Day. Because They Have No Heart Of Their Own. They're The Whores And Angels Of Our Striving Selves.

If You See The World As Gloomily As I See It, The Only Thing To Do Is Laugh Or Shoot Yourself.

Most Of Us Live In A Condition Of Secrecy: Secret Desires, Secret Appetites, Secret Hatreds And Relationship With The Institutions Which Is Extremely Intense And Uncomfortable. These Are, To Me, A Part Of The Ordinary Human Condition. So I Don't Think I'm Writing About Abnormal Things. ... Artists, In My Experience, Have Very Little Center. They Fake. They Are Not The Real Thing. They Are Spies. I Am No Exception.

Smiley Was Soaked To The Skin And God As A Punishment Had Removed All Taxis From The Face Of London.

Having Your Book Turned Into A Movie Is Like Seeing Your Oxen Turned Into Bouillon Cubes.