The Cry Of Equality Pulls Everyone Down.

Language Is A Machine For Making Falsehoods.

... Half The World Starves. What A Planet. And The Eating, If You're Lucky Enough To Do Any. Stuffing Pieces Of Dead Animals Into A Hole In Your Face. Then Munch, Munch, Munch. If There's Anybody Watching, They Must Be Dying Of Laughter.

Intense Mutual Erotic Love, Love Which Involves With The Flesh All The Most Refined Sexual Being Of The Spirit, Which Reveals And Perhaps Even Ex Nihilo Creates Spirit As Sex, Is Comparatively Rare In This Inconvenient World.

I See Myself As Rhoda, Not Mary Tyler Moore.

But Fantasy Kills Imagination, Pornography Is Death To Art.