The Writer Must Hew The Phantom Rock.

How Can The Dead Be Truly Dead When They Still Live In The Souls Of Those Who Are Left Behind?

I'm Not Explaining This Right. What Happened Was This. There Were These Beautiful Feelings And Loose Little Pleasures Inside Me. And This Woman Was Something Like An Assembly Line For My Soul. I Run These Little Pieces Of Myself Through Her And I Come Out Complete. Now Do You Follow Me?

A Most Mediocre Person Can Be The Object Of A Love Which Is Wild, Extravagant, And Beautiful As The Poison Lillies Of The Swamp.

I Live With The People I Create And It Has Always Made My Essential Loneliness Less Keen.

The Theme Is The Theme Of Humiliation, Which Is The Square Root Of Sin, As Opposed To The Freedom From Humiliation, And Love, Which Is The Square Root Of Wonderful.