Slowly But Surly I Want To Strip

Added To The Moral Solitude Of The Murderer Comes The Solitude Of The Artist, Which Can Acknowledge No Authority, Save That Of Another Artist.

There Is A Close Relationship Between Flowers And Convicts.

Love Makes Use Of The Worst Traps. The Least Noble. The Rarest. It Exploits Coincidence.

One Can Hear All That's Going On In The Street. Which Means That From The Street One Can Hear What's Going On In This House.

We Know That Their Adventures Are Childish. They Themselves Are Fools. They Are Ready To Kill Or Be Killed Over A Card-game In Which An Opponent - Or They Themselves - Was Cheating. Yet, Thanks To Such Fellows, Tragedies Are Possible.