It Is Clear That The

The Owl Flies, In The Moonlight, Over A Field Where The Wounded Cry Out. Like The Owl, I Fly In The Night Over My Own Misfortune.

In The Helter-skelter Of This Book, I Didn't Develop My Views As Theory. In Fact, I Even Believe That Efforts Of That Kind Are Tainted With Ponderousness. Nietzsche Wrote "with His Blood," And Criticizing, Or, Better, Experiencing Him Means Pouring Out One's Lifeblood. It Was Only With My Life That I Wrote The Nietzsche Book That I Had Planned.

It Is Clear That The World Is Purely Parodic, That Each Thing Seen Is The Parody Of Another, Or Is The Same Thing In A Deceptive Form.

Nothing Is More Necessary Or Stronger In Us Than Rebellion.

A Kiss Is The Beginning Of Cannibalism.