We're Persecuted In The Most Civilized Languages.

All Men Are Jews, Though Few Men Know It.

Completed, Most Lives Were Alike In Stages Of Living-joys, Celebrations, Crises, Illusions, Losses, Sorrows.

A Man Is An Island In The Only Sense That Matters, Not An Easy Way To Be. We Live In Mystery, A Cosmos Of Separate Lonely Bodies, Men, Insects, Stars. It Is All Loneliness And Men Know It Best.

The Past Exudes Legend: One Can't Make Pure Clay Of Time's Mud. There Is No Life That Can Be Recaptured Wholly; As It Was.which Is To Say That All Biography Is Ultimately Fiction.

It Was All Those Biographies In Me Yelling, 'we Want Out. We Want To Tell You What We've Done To You.'