Ennui Is The Echo In Us Of

If You're Unlucky Enough Not To Have Alcoholic Parents, It Takes You A Whole Lifetime Of Intoxication To Overcome The Dead Weight Of Their Virtues.

Life Is Merely A Fracas On An Unmapped Terrain, And The Universe A Geometry Stricken With Epilepsy.

A Decadent Civilization Compromises With Its Disease, Cherishes The Virus Infecting It, Loses Its Self-respect.

I Have All The Defects Of Other People Yet Everything They Do Seems To Me Inconceivable.

One Doesn't Live In A Country, One Lives In A Language.