My Trunk, Valises And My Mind Are

Each Contact With A Human Being Is So Rare, So Precious, One Should Preserve It.

We Sit On The Kitchen Exchanging These Diabolical Outgrowths Of Overfertile Minds.

Life Is A Process Of Becoming, A Combination Of States We Have To Go Through. Where People Fail Is That They Wish To Elect A State And Remain In It. This Is A Kind Of Death.

Our Age Has Need Of Violence," He Writes. And He Is Violence.

Writers Do Not Live One Life, They Live Two. There Is The Living And Then There Is The Writing. There Is The Second Tasting, The Delayed Reaction.