And Again: No More Gods!

No One's Serious At Seventeen.

Genius Is The Recovery Of Childhood At Will.

I Turned Silences And Nights Into Words. What Was Unutterable, I Wrote Down. I Made The Whirling World Stand Still.

Whose Hearts Must I Break? What Lies Must I Maintain? - Through Whose Blood Am I To Wade ?

You Will Always Be A Hyena.