Life Is A Process Of One Goneness

What A Weird Thing Smoking Is And I Can't Stop It. I Feel Cosy, Have A Sense Of Well-being When I'm Smoking, Poisoning Myself, Killing Myself Slowly. Not So Slowly Maybe. I Have All Kinds Of Pains I Don't Want To Know About And I Know That's What They're From. But When I Don't Smoke I Scarcely Feel As If I'm Living. I Don't Feel As If I'm Living Unless I'm Killing Myself.

There Are Situations In Life To Which The Only Satisfactory Response Is A Physically Violent One. If You Don't Make That Response, You Continually Relive The Unresolved Situation Over And Over In Your Life.

A Map Is The Dead Body Of Where You've Been. A Map Is The Unborn Baby Of Where You're Going. There Are No Maps. Maps Are Pictures Of What Isn't.

I'd Always Assumed I Was The Central Character In My Own Story, But Now It Occured To Me I Might In Fact Be Only A Minor Character In Someone Else's.

The Sign Said 'the Green Turtle, Chelonia Myadas, Is The Source Of Turtle Soup....' I Am The Source Of William G. Soup If It Comes To That. Everyone Is The Source Of His Or Her Kind Of Soup. In A Town As Big As London, That's A Lot Of Soup Walking Around.