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Sadness Is The Matrix From Which Wit And Irony Spring; Sadness Is Uncomfortable And Creative, Which Is Why Consumer Society Cannot Tolerate It.

Men Ought To Become More Conscious Of Their Bodies As Objects Of Delight.

We Can Put Women On Prozac And They Will Think They Are Happy, Even Though They Are Not. Disturbed Animals In The Zoo Are Given Prozac Too, Which Rather Suggests That Misery Is A Response To Unbearable Circumstances Rather Than Constitutional.

Security Is When Everything Is Settled, When Nothing Can Happen To You; Security Is The Denial Of Life.

In A Sane Society No Woman Would Be Left To Struggle On Her Own With The Huge Transformation That Is Motherhood, When A Single Individual Finds Herself Joined By An Invisible Umbilical Cord To Another Person From Whom She Will Never Be Separated, Even By Death.