When I Think About Myself, My Thought

Those Who Live, Live Off The Dead.

Written Poetry Is Worth Reading Once, And Then Should Be Destroyed. Let The Dead Poets Make Way For Others. Then We Might Even Come To See That It Is Our Veneration For What Has Already Been Created, However Beautiful And Valid It May Be, That Petrifies Us.

I Would Like To Write A Book Which Would Drive Men Mad, Which Would Be Like An Open Door Leading Them Where They Would Never Have Consented To Go, In Short, A Door That Opens Onto Reality.

I Am Stigmatized By A Living Death In Which Real Death Holds No Terrors For Me.

I Prefer The People Who Eat Off The Bare Earth The Delirium From Which They Were Born.