I Don't Wish To Inhabit The Human

I Like To See Life With Its Teeth Out.

For Your Own Good Is A Persuasive Argument That Will Eventually Make A Man Agree To His Own Destruction.

There Is No Past Or Future. Using Tenses To Divide Time Is Like Making Chalk Marks On Water.

All Writers - All Beings - Are Exiles As A Matter Of Course. The Certainty About Living Is That It Is A Succession Of Expulsions Of Whatever Carries The Life Force...all Writers Are Exiles Wherever They Live And Their Work Is A Lifelong Journey Towards The Lost Land.

The Sooner You 'settle' The Sooner You'll Be Allowed Home" Was The Ruling Logic; And "if You Can't Adapt Yourself To Living In A Mental Hospital How Do You Expect To Be Able To Live 'out In The World'?" How Indeed?