...we Ask: Why Suicide? We Search For

The Only Friends I Have Are The Dead Who Have Bequeathed Their Writings To Me — I Have No Others.

Arrogance Is An Utterly Appropriate Weapon To Use Against A Hostile World, A World In Which Arrogance Is Feared And Respected, Even If, Like Mine, It's Only Feigned.

We Publish Only To Satisfy Out Craving For Fame; There's No Other Motive Except The Even Baser One Of Making Money.

I Had To Spend My Entire Childhood In The Altensam Dungeon Like An Inmate Doing Time For No Comprehensible Reason, For A Crime He Can't Remember Committing, A Judicial Error Probably.

Those Who Live In The Country Get Idiotic In Time, Without Noticing It, For A While They Think It's Original And Good For Their Health, But Life In The Country Is Not Original At All, For Anyone Who Wasn't Born In And For The Country It Shows A Lack Of Taste And Is Only Harmful To Their Health. The People Who Go Walking In The Country Walk Right Into Their Own Funeral In The Country And At The Very Least They Lead A Grotesque Existence Which Leads Them First Into Idiocy, Then Into An Absurd Death.