They Flower Spontaneously Out Of

To Write A Poem Is Like Trying To Catch A Lizard Without Its Tail Falling Off.

You See, Nothing Matters Except Pleasure - Which Is The Opposite Of Happiness, Its Tragic Part, I Expect.

The Cocktail Party - As The Name Itself Indicates - Was Originally Invented By Dogs. They Are Simply Bottom-sniffings Raised To The Rank Of Formal Ceremonies.

We Are All Hunting For Rational Reasons For Believing In The Absurd.

Perhaps Our Only Sickness Is To Desire A Truth Which We Cannot Bear Rather Than To Rest Content With The Fictions We Manufacture Out Of Each Other.