He Who Truly Believes He Has A

Sex Is A Momentary Itch, Love Never Lets You Go.

Being American Is, I Think, A Very Difficult Thing In Art, Because All The Elements Are European.

Laziness Has Become The Chief Characteristic Of Journalism, Displacing Incompetence.

Sex Stops When You Pull Up Your Pants, Love Never Lets You Go.

Jake Was Close To Tears. In That Moment He Saw The World In Its True Light, As A Place Where Nothing Had Ever Been Any Good And Nothing Of Significance Done: No Art Worth A Second Look, No Philosophy Of The Slightest Appositeness, No Law But Served The State, No History That Gave An Inkling Of How It Had Been And What Had Happened. And No Love, Only Egotism, Infatuation And Lust.