I Am An Unwilling Devil.

But During All These Years I Had A Vague But Persistent Desire To Return To New Orleans. I Never Forgot New Orleans. And When We Were In Tropical Places And Places Of Those Flowers And Trees That Grow In Louisiana, I Would Think Of It Acutely And I Would Feel For My Home The Only Glimmer Of Desire I Felt For Anything Outside My Endless Pursuit Of Art.

The One Thing You Share With Every Mortal Is Death.

The Only Pain In Pleasure Is The Pleasure Of The Pain.

A Perfect World Or A World Destroyed, One Or The Other- Someday Will Come The End Of Hell.

How Shameful. How Predictable! How Insipid. And How Sweet.