Nothing But Disaster Follows From Applause.

Very Often We Write Down A Sentence Too Early, Then Another Too Late; What We Have To Do Is Write It Down At The Proper Time, Otherwise It's Lost.

It Would Be Wrong To Refuse To Face The Fact That Everything Is Fundamentally Sick And Sad.

After All, There Is Nothing But Failure.

Only When I Am By Seawater Can I Truly Breathe, To Say Nothing Of My Ability To Think.

Everyone Is A Virtuoso On His Own Instrument, But Together They Add Up To An Intolerable Cacophony.