I Was Blown Up While

Some People Show Evil As A Great Racehorse Shows Breeding. They Have The Dignity Of A Hard Chancre.

The People That I Liked And Had Not Met Went To The Big Cafes Because They Were Lost In Them And No One Noticed Them And They Could Be Alone In Them And Be Together.

If The Wind Rises It Can Push Us Against The Flood When It Comes.

You Belong To Me And All Paris Belongs To Me And I Belong To This Notebook And This Pencil.

The Telephone And Visitors Are The Work Destroyers.