We Hasten To Alienate The Very Fates

I Don't Read Reviews About Myself With Any Special Eagerness Or Attention Unless They Are Masterpieces Of Wit And Acumen, And I Never Reread Them.

For Better Or Worse, It Is The Commentator Who Has The Last Word.

All The Information I Have About Myself Is From Forged Documents.

I Mean, I Have The Feeling That Something In My Mind Is Poisoning Everything Else.

Although I Could Never Get Used To The Constant State Of Anxiety In Which The Guilty, The Great, And The Tenderhearted Live, I Felt I Was Doing My Best In The Way Of Mimicry.