Journalists write because they have nothing to say, and have something to say because they write.
If someone calls me vain and mean, I know that he trusts me and has something to confess to me.
Not greeting people isn't enough. One also doesn't greet people one doesn't know.
Sentimental irony is a dog that bays at the moon while pissing on graves.
Barbershop conversations are irrefutable proof that heads exist for the sake of hair.
Let my style capture all the sounds of my time. This should make it an annoyance to my contemporaries. But later generations should hold it to their ears like a seashell in which there is the music of an ocean of mud.