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Great Unhappiness Is Incompatible With The Belief That It Will Ever End.

Collecting Is Like Sex; Satisfaction Renews And Creates New Appetites.

To Have A Crisis, And Act Upon It, Is One Thing. To Dwell In Perpetual Crisis Is Another.

To Surrender One's Vulnerable Body To Water Has Always Seemed To Me A Limpid Act Of Will That Has No Coutnerpart Or Equal, Unless It Is Sex.

Sometimes I Think That Just Not Thinking Of Oneself Is A Form Of Prayer. . .