Sometimes Awful Things Have Their Own Beauty.

What’s So Phony Nowadays Is All This Familiarity. Pretending There Isn’t Any Difference Between People —well, Like You Were Saying About Minorities, This Morning. If You And I Are No Different, What Do We Have To Give Each Other? How Can We Ever Be Friends?

I'm Very Militant, You Know, In A Quite Way.

The More I Think About Myself, The More I'm Persuaded That, As A Person, I Really Don't Exist. That Is One Of The Reasons Why I Can't Believe In Any Orthodox Religion: I Cannot Believe In My Own Soul. No, I Am A Chemical Compound, Conditioned By Environment And Education. My "character" Is Simply A Repertoire Of Acquired Tricks, My Conversation A Repertoire Of Adaptations And Echoes, My "feelings" Are Dictated By Purely Physical, External Stimuli.

I Am Alive, He Says To Himself, I Am Alive! And Life Energy Surges Hotly Through Him, And Delight, And Appetite. How Good To Be In A Body - Even This Old Beat-up Carcass - That Still Has Warm Blood And Live Semen And Rich Marrow And Wholesome Flesh!

What It Sees There Isn't So Much A Face As The Expression Of A Predicament.