THE AMERICAN WAY OF LIFE. Even what they eat and drink, these palefaces who don't know what wine istheir uglinesstheir pink sausage skin, horrible, they only live because there is penicillin,... the world as an Americanized vacuumtheir fake health, their fake youthfulnessthe way they use cosmetics even on corpses, their whole pornographic attitude to death.

All that remains is the mad desire for present identity through a woman.

Jealousy is the fear of comparison.

The technologist was the final guise of the white missionary, industrialization the last gospel of a dying race and living standards a substitute for a purpose in living.

Nothing is harder than to accept oneself.

I feel fairly certain that my hatred harms me more than the people whom I hate.

It is only the consciousness of a nonexistence which allows us to realize for moments that we are living.