Hate is crystallized fear, fear's dividend, fear objectivized. We hate what we fear and so where hate is, fear will be lurking.
Believing in Hell must distort every judgement on this life.
The past is the only dead thing that smells sweet.
Imprisoned in every fat man a thin one is wildly signalling to be let out.
Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self.
We are all serving a life sentence in the dungeon of the self.