Truth Can Remain Silent. Lies Must Be

New York Is Full Of Abandoned Churches. A Godless City, But Full Of Superstitions On Every Subject--art, Money, Sex, Food, Health.

Money Is To My Social Existence What Health Is To My Body.

My Taking A Seat On The Council Of The Fathers Caused A Desperate Fluttering Among My Ghosts.

Always Late: Thus I Make You The Prisoner Of My Freedom.

Loving, Not The Beloved, Is The Joy Of Love. The Beloved, Knowing This, Most Resolutely Declines To Be Grateful.