Most of the trouble in this world has been caused by folks who can't mind their own business, because they have no business of their own to mind, any more than a smallpox virus has.

In deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality. It is as final as the mountains: a fact. There it is. When you realize it you cannot complain.

Look at these poisonous color maps where flesh trees grow from human sacrifices; listen to these sniggering half-heard words of tenderness and doom from lips spotted with decay

Your knowledge of what is going on can only be superficial and relative.

Like Spain, I am bound to the past.

Whatever happened to God's justice? I am convinced that God exist and God is one asshole.

Whether you sniff it smoke it eat it or shove it up your ass the result is the same: addiction.