It's True That I Have Very Little

One Of The Things I Took From My Wartime Experiences Was That Reality Was A Stage Set... The Comfortable Day-to-day Life, School, The Home Where One Lives And All The Rest Of It... Could Be Dismantled Overnight.

Maybe You Are A Poet And A Dreamer, But Don't You Realize That Those Two Species Are Extinct Now?

I Wanted To Rub The Human Race In Its Own Vomit, And Force It To Look In The Mirror.

Unhappy Parents Teach You A Lesson That Lasts A Lifetime.

Trying To Exhaust Himself, Vaughan Devised An Endless Almanac Of Terrifying Wounds And Insane Collisions: The Lungs Of Elderly Men Punctured By Door-handles; The Chests Of Young Women Impaled On Steering-columns; The Cheek Of Handsome Youths Torn On The Chromium Latches Of Quarter-lights. To Vaughan, These Wounds Formed The Key To A New Sexuality, Born From A Perverse Technology. The Images Of These Wounds Hung In The Gallery Of His Mind, Like Exhibits In The Museum Of A Slaughterhouse.