Crooked cards and straight whiskey, Slow horses and fast women.

Love is the garment of knowledge.

I write for one and only one purpose, to overcome the invincible ignorance of the traduced heart. I wish to speak to and for those who have had enough of the Social Lie, the Economics of Mass Murder, the Sexual Hoax, and the Domestication of Conspicuous Consumption.

I've had it with these cheap sons of bitches who claim they love poetry but never buy a book.

An entomologist is not a bug.

Bohemia is a commune in which the Revolution is over and everyone is a member of the aristocracy

Erotic love is one of the highest forms of contemplation.