The Tiny Madman In His Padded Cell.

Curiosity Is Insubordination In Its Purest Form.

My Loathings Are Simple: Stupidity, Oppression, Crime, Cruelty, Soft Music.

The Day, Like The Previous Days, Dragged Sluggishly By In A Kind Of Insipid Idleness, Devoid Even Of That Dreamy Expectancy Which Can Make Idleness So Enchanting.

I Mean, I Have The Feeling That Something In My Mind Is Poisoning Everything Else.

Do Not Be Awed By Giant Predecessors. Be Ill-tempered With Their Renown. Point Out Flaws. Frighten Interviewers From Time. Appear In Playboy. Sell To The Movies.