Like Spain, I am bound to the past.

After one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say 'I want to see the manager.'

The self is like a pimping blackmailing chauffeur who gets you from here to there on word lines.

I detest limitations of any kind, and intend to establish my ass some place where I am a virgin on the police blotter.

Strip your psyche to the bare bones of spontaneous process, and you give yourself one chance in a thousand to make the Pass.

Piss off Satan and don't take me for dumber than I look.

This is a war universe. War all the time. That is its nature. There may be other universes based on all sorts of other principles, but ours seems to be based on war and games. All games are basically hostile. Winners and losers. We see them all around us: the winners and the losers. The losers can oftentimes become winners, and the winners can very easily become losers.