If You Are Afraid Of

Let Us Stay At Home: There We Are Decent. Let Us Not Go Out: Our Defects Wait For Us At The Door, Like Flies.

Love Is Like An Hourglass, With The Heart Filling Up As The Brain Empties.

To Have A Horror Of The Bourgeois Is Bourgeois.

There Is Nothing Like Literature: I Lose A Cow, I Write About Her Death, And My Writing Pays Me Enough To Buy Another Cow.

Words Are The Coins Making Up The Currency Of Sentences, And There Are Always Too Many Small Coins.