I'm Trying To Climb Up Both Walls

I Don't Live For Poetry. I Live Far More Than Anybody Else Does.

You Can Do Anything, Really. And That, L Think, Is One Of The Exciting Possibilities Of The Present, L Swear, Is The Possibility That The Goddamn Thing Can Be Modaled Throughout.

Fact Is Based Upon Vulgar Matter.

Love Is Form, And Cannot Be Without Important Substance

Is It Not The Play Of The Mind We Are After? Is It Not That That Shows A Mind Is There At All?