I Write Because I Hate.

The Body Of Our Saviour Shat But Our Saviour Shat Not.

Words Are The Supreme Objects. They Are Minded Things.

Sports, Politics, And Religion Are The Three Passions Of The Badly Educated.

Freud Thought That A Psychosis Was A Waking Dream, And That Poets Were Daydreamers Too, But I Wonder If The Reverse Is Not As Often True, And That Madness Is A Fiction Lived In Like A Rented House

The Speeding Reader Guts A Book The Way The Skillful Clean Fish. The Gills Are Gone, The Tail, The Scales, The Fins; Then The Fillet Slides Away Swifly As Though Fed To A Seal.