Our Element Is Unending Immaturity.

Wherever I See Some Mystique, Be It Virtue Or Family, Faith Or Fatherland, There I Must Commit Some Indecent Act.

To Contradict, Even In Little Matters, Is The Supreme Necessity Of Art Today.

Against The Background Of General Freakishness The Case Of My Particular Freakishness Was Lost.

Serious Literature Does Not Exist To Make Life Easy But To Complicate It.

Beauty Beheld In Solitude Is Even More Lethal.