The Trouble With Words Is That You

God, I'm Such A Lazy Writer - I Can't Even Think Up New Names.

We Should Always Look Back On Our Own Past With A Sort Of Contempt, As Long As The Tenderness Is There - But Please Let Some Of The Contempt Be There.

To Love It Too Much Is To Obscure And Not See What Is There.

I Also Believe In Cigarettes, Cholesterol, Alcohol, Carbon Monoxide, Masturbation, The Arts Council, Nuclear Weapons, The Daily Telegraph, And Not Properly Labeling Fatal Poisons, But Above All Else, Most Of All, I Believe In The One Thing That Can Come Out Of People's Mouths: Vomit.

I Haven't Had A Single Moment Of Terror Since They Told Me [i Was Dying]. My Only Regret Is To Die Four Pages Too Soon. If I Can Finish, Then I'm Quite Happy To Go.