The Spontaneity Of Slaps Is

When You Put A Man And A Woman Together, There Are Some Things They Simply Have To Do. They Embrace, They Warm Each Other. All The Rest Is Dead And Empty.

It So Difficult To Know What The People We Love Really Need.

Killing Time Is The Chief End Of Our Society.

Thought Itself Needs Words. It Runs On Them Like A Long Wire. And If It Loses The Habit Of Words, Little By Little It Becomes Shapeless, Somber.

When I Say "i," I Mean A Thing Absolutely Unique, Not To Be Confused With Any Other.