The Mind Loves The Unknown.

People Who Look For Symbolic Meaning Fail To Grasp The Inherent Poetry And Mystery Of The Images.

Only Thought Can Resemble. It Resembles By Being What It Sees, Hears, Or Knows; It Becomes What The World Offers It.

I Detest My Past, And Anyone Else's. I Detest Resignation, Patience, Professional Heroism And Obligatory Beautiful Feelings. I Also Detest The Decorative Arts, Folklore, Advertising, Voices Making Announcements, Aerodynamism, Boy Scouts, The Smell Of Moth Balls, Events Of The Moment, And Drunken People.

I Have Few Illusions: The Cause Is Lost In Advance. As For Me, I Do My Part, Which Is To Drag A Fairly Drab Existence To Its Conclusion.

I Think We Are Responsible For The Universe, But That Doesn't Mean We Decide Anything.