Nothing Is Confused Except The Mind.

We Are Surrounded By Curtains. We Only Perceive The World Behind A Curtain Of Semblance. At The Same Time, An Object Needs To Be Covered In Order To Be Recognized At All.

I Like Subversive Humor, Freckles, Women's Knees And Long Hair, The Laughter Of Playing Children, And A Girl Running Down The Street.

The Feeling We Experience While We Look At A Picture Is Not To Be Distinguished From The Picture Or From Ourselves. The Feeling, Picture, And Ourselves Are United In One Mystery.

I Detest My Past, And Anyone Else's. I Detest Resignation, Patience, Professional Heroism And Obligatory Beautiful Feelings. I Also Detest The Decorative Arts, Folklore, Advertising, Voices Making Announcements, Aerodynamism, Boy Scouts, The Smell Of Moth Balls, Events Of The Moment, And Drunken People.

No Object Is Stuck With Its Name So Irrevocably That One Cannot Find Another Which Suits It Better.