I Say A Murder Is Abstract. You

To Whomever Gives A Kiss Or A Blow Render A Kiss Or Blow But To Whomever Gives When You Are Unable To Return Offer All The Hatred In Your Heart For You Were Slaves And He Enslaves You

Life Begins On The Other Side Of Despair.

In Guinea I Could Read [franz] Kafka. I Re-discover In Him My Own Discomfort.

I Hate Victims Who Respect Their Executioners.

Man Is Always A Wizard To Man, And The Social World Is At First Magical.