A true artist is an ugly man.
The real things are apt to be deviant.
It isn't that I dislike artists, but I can't stand anyone who puts on those ponderous airs of a man of character.
Labeled a delinquent. That's the only kind of label I want to be crucified under.
I like roses best. But they bloom in all four seasons. I wonder if people who like roses best have to die four times over again.
What is society but an individual? [] The ocean is not society; it is individuals. This was how I managed to gain a modicum of freedom from my terror at the illusion of the ocean called the world.