Art And Revolt Will Die

To Be Famous, In Fact, One Has Only To Kill One's Landlady.

And I Too, Felt Ready To Start Life All Over Again. It Was As If That Great Rush Of Anger Had Washed Me Clean, Emptied Me Of Hope, And, Gazing Up At The Dark Sky Spangled With Its Signs And Stars, For The First Time, The First, I Laid My Heart Open To The Benign Indifference Of The Universe.

Men And Women Consume One Another Rapidly In What Is Called "the Act Of Love," Or Else Settle Down To A Mild Habit Of Conjugality. We Seldom Find A Mean Between These Two Extremes.

There Are Always Reasons For Murdering A Man. But There Is No Justification For His Existence.

I Am Alive Again, Now That I Can No Longer Stand To Live.