Habit is a great deadener.
I have always been amazed at my contemporaries’ lack of finesse, I whose soul writhed from morning to night, in the mere quest of itself.
An imaginative adventure does not enjoy the same corsets as reportage.
Mysterious affair, electricity.
I knew it would soon be the end, so I played the part, you know, the part of — how shall I say, I don’t know.
The essential is to go on squirming forever at the end of the line, as long as there are waters and banks and ravening in heaven asporting God to plague his creature, per pro his chosen shits.