I Can Only Wait For

Refuse Any Image That Could Have A Rational Meaning Or Any Memory Or Culture

I Can Only Wait For The Final Amnesia, The One That Can Erase An Entire Life.

The Decline Of The Aperitif May Well Be One Of The Most Depressing Phenomena Of Our Time.

A Paranoiac, Like A Poet, Is Born, Not Made.

If The Devil Were To Offer Me A Resurgence Of What Is Commonly Called Virility, I'd Decline. ''just Keep My Liver And Lungs In Good Working Order,'' I'd Reply, ''so I Can Go On Drinking And Smoking!''