We Only Need To Wear Shoes Because

It Is As Inhuman To Be Totally Good As It Is To Be Totally Evil.

I Conclude That There Is As Much Sense In Nonsense As There Is Nonsense In Sense.

I Chart A Little First-list Of Names, Rough Synopsis Of Chapters, And So On. But One Daren't Overplan; So Many Things Are Generated By The Sheer Act Of Writing.

When The State Withers, Humanity Flowers.

Suddenly, I Viddied What I Had To Do, And What I Had Wanted To Do, And That Was To Do Myself In; To Snuff It, To Blast Off For Ever Out Of This Wicked, Cruel World. One Moment Of Pain Perhaps And, Then, Sleep Forever, And Ever And Ever.