The Purpose Of Life Is

Whatever Needs To Be Maintained Through Force Is Doomed.

People Used To Envy Me My Inspiration. I Hate Inspiration. It Takes You Over Completely. I Could Never Wait Until It Passed And I Got Rid Of It.

The City Grows Like A Cancer; I Must Grow Like A Sun. The City Eats Deeper And Deeper Into The Red; It Is An Insatiable White Louse Which Must Die Eventually Of Inanition. I Am Going To Starve The White Louse Which Is Eating Me Up. I Am Going To Die As A City In Order To Become Again A Man. Therefore I Close My Ears, My Eyes, My Mouth.

If The Poet Can No Longer Speak For Society, But Only For Himself, Then We Are At The Last Ditch.

Better To Separate Than Never To Marry.