You Live Out The Confusions Until They

Also, I Do Not Like The Companionship Of Women. They Are Petty And Personal. They Hang On To Their Mysteries And Secrets, They Act And Pretend. I Like The Character Of Men Better.

The Self Is Merely The Lens Through Which We See Others And The World.

This Diary Is My Kief, Hashish And Opium Pipe. This Is My Drug And My Vice.

We Love Best Those Who Are, Or Act For Us, A Self We Do Not Wish To Be Or Act Out.

There Is No Denying That We Are Suffering From A Collective Neurosis And The Novel Which Does Not Face This Is Not A Novel Of Our Time.