You Know I've Had Work Banned.

Death Is Another Bar Which Lies Several Steps Below The Normal World. I'm At Its Threshold, But Not Yet In It. Its Doorway Is Doorless.

Writing Must Be A Machine For Breaking Down, That Is, Allowing The Now Uncontrolled And Uncontrollable Reconstitutions Of Thoughts And Expressions. All Other Kinds Of Writing Simply Express.

I Think It's Really Important To Find Out Why People Hurt You Or Try To Oppose You Or Whatever.

I Have Become Interested In Languages Which I Cannot Make Up, Which I Cannot Create Or Even Create In: I Have Become Interested In Languages Which I Can Only Come Up Upon (as I Disappear), A Pirate Upon Buried Treasure. The Dreamer, The Dreaming, The Dream. I Call These Languages, Languages Of The Body.

Dreams Are Manifestations Of Identities.