Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light? Or just another lost angel... City of Night?

There's nothing wrong with being a large mammal.

I pressed her thigh and death smiled

Each generation wants new symbols, new people, new names. They want to divorce themselves from their predecessors.

The world becomes an apparently infinite, yet possibly finite, card game. Image combinations, permutations, comprise the world game.

I wouldn't mind dying in a plane crash. It'd be a good way to go. I don't want to die in my sleep, or of old age, or OD... I want to feel what it's like. I want to taste it, hear it, smell it. Death is only going to happen to you once; I don't want to miss it

I can kind of envision one person with a lot of machines, tapes, and electronic set-ups...singi ng or speaking and using machines.