If People And Their Manner

Illness Reduces Man To His Basic State: A Cloaca In Which The Chemical Processes Continue. The Meaningless Hegemony Of The Involuntary.

She Was Saved From Prettiness By The Intensity Of Her Gaze.

The Only Thing That Makes Life Worth Living Is The Possibility Of Experiencing Now And Then A Perfect Moment. And Perhaps Even More Than That, It's Having The Ability To Recall Such Moments In Their Totality, To Contemplate Them Like Jewels.

It Was One Of The Charms Of The International Zone That You Could Get Anything You Wanted If You Paid For It. Do Anything, Too, For That Matter; - There Were No Incorruptibles. It Was Only A Question Of Price.

Life Is Lived Only Once. And The Less Seriously The Better.