All Memory Can Do Is Scream For

Love Goes Away When Your Mind Goes Away And Then You're Someone Else.

There's A Point At Which When I Start To Know A Man Well--this Isn't True Of Women--i Wonder Whether There's Something In Him That's Evil. Something That's Pure And Can't Be Touched. This Quality Of Evil May Be Related To The Quality Of Artistry, For An Artist Has The Same Characteristics.

Those Who Are Driven By Poverty, Those Who're Free From Material Worries Hunger Exhausting Labor A Joyless Existence Ask The Same Question, The Question Of Meaning.

You Know I've Had Work Banned.

A Language Is The Appearances Of Connections Therefore Language As In Writing Doesn't Express Anything: It Creates.