...Erich Fromm wondered why most people did not become insane in the face of the existential contradiction between a symbolic self, that seems to give man infinite worth in a timeless scheme of things, and a body that is worth about 98¢.

We are gods with anuses.

The road to creativity passes so close to the madhouse and often detours or ends there.

Horror alone brings peace of mind.

Relationship is thus always slavery of a kind, which leaves a residue of guilt.

Man's natural and inevitable urge to deny mortality and achieve a heroic self-image are the root causes of human evil.

Love is the problem of an animal.