If I Knew How Much You Loved

I Think Anybody Incapable Of Changing His Mind Is Crazy.

I Had Not Taken A Bath In A Year Nor Changed My Clothes Or Removed Them Except To Stick A Needle Every Hour In The Fibrous Grey Wooden Flesh Of Heroin Addiction. I Did Absolutely Nothing.

All Writing Is In Fact Cut-ups. A Collage Of Words Read Heard Overheard. What Else?

I've Seen Villages In South America With No Police Whatever. Then The Cops Would Arrive, Then The Sanitary Inspectors, And Before You Know It They've Got All The Problems - Crime, Juvenile Delinquency, The Whole Works - Just Like Us.

How I Hate Those Who Are Dedicated To Producing Conformity.