Hell Is Of This World

I Am Stigmatized By A Living Death In Which Real Death Holds No Terrors For Me.

There Are Those Who Go To The Theatre As They Would Go To A Brothel.

Life Consists Of Burning Up Questions.

It Is Not A Certain Conformity Of Manners That The Painting Of Van Gogh Attacks, But Rather The Conformity Of Institutions Themselves. And Even External Nature, With Her Climates, Her Tides, And Her Equinoctial Storms, Cannot, After Van Gogh's Stay Upon Earth, Maintain The Same Gravitation.

I Know Each Conversation With A Psychiatrist In The Morning Made Me Want To Hang Myself Because I Knew I Could Not Strangle Him.