Sanity is a cozy lie.

Desire has no history.

'Camp' is a vision of the world in terms of style - but a particular style. It is the love of the exaggerated.

Most people in this society who aren't actively mad are, at best, reformed or potential lunatics.

I perceive value, I confer value, I create value, I even create — or guarantee — existence. Hence, my compulsion to make “lists.” The things (Beethoven’s music, movies, business firms) won’t exist unless I signify my interest in them by at least noting down their names. Nothing exists unless I maintain it (by my interest, or my potential interest). This is an ultimate, mostly subliminal anxiety. Hence, I must remain always, both in principle + actively, interested in everything. Taking all of knowledge as my province.

In the journal I do not just express myself more openly than I could to any person; I create myself.

Remember when you hear yourself saying one day that you don't have time anymore to read or listen to music or look at paintings or go to the movies or do whatever feeds your head now. Then you're getting old. That means they got you, after all.