There Is A Certain Unique

People Or Stars Regard Me Sadly, I Disappoint Them.

I Shall Never Get Out Of This! There Are Two Of Me Now: This New Absolutely White Person And The Old Yellow One, And The White Person Is Certainly The Superior One. She Doesn't Need Food, She Is One Of The Real Saints. At The Beginning I Hated Her, She Had No Personality- She Lay In Bed With Me Like A Dead Body And I Was Scared, Because She Was Shaped Just The Way I Was Only Much Whiter And Unbreakable And With No Complaints. I Couldn't Sleep For A Week She Was So Cold.

Dancing Is The Normal Prelude To Intercourse.

My Life Is A Discipline, A Prison: I Live For My Own Work, Without Which I Am Nothing.

I Wish You’d Find The Exit Out Of My Head.