You Can Always Count On A Murderer

Everything In The World Is Beautiful, But Man Only Recognizes Beauty If He Sees It Either Seldom Or From Afar. Listen, Today We Are Gods! Our Blue Shadows Are Enormous! We Move In A Gigantic, Joyful World!

I Have No Desires, Save The Desire To Express Myself In Defiance Of All The World’s Muteness.

My Principal Failing As A Writer Is The Lack Of Spontaneity; The Nuisance Of Parallel Thoughts, Second Thoughts, Third Thoughts; Inability To Express Myself Properly In Any Language Unless I Compose Every Damned Sentence In My Bath, In My Mind, At My Desk.

A Toothache Will Cost A Battle, A Drizzle Cancel An Insurrection.

Our Best Yesterdays Are Now Foul Piles Of Crumpled Names.