Like love, destruction can be ecstatic.

A dense undergrowth of extension cords sustains my upper world of lights, music, and machines of comfort.

Who would not give up wit for power and beauty?

New York is full of abandoned churches. A Godless city, but full of superstitions on every subject--art, money, sex, food, health.

Errors are more numerous than truths, but fortunately too divided among themselves to take power.

Old and young disbelieve one another's truths.

Retirement requires the invention of a new hedonism, not a return to the hedonism of youth