He Lies Like A Book. And He

Art And Order, The Relatives That Refuse To Relate.

Anna Despises Two Classes Of People: First, Those Who Own Their Own Homes And Have Cars And Families, And Second, Everybody Else. Constantly She Is On The Verge Of Exploding. With Rage. A Pool Of Pure Red. The Pool Is Filled With Speechlessness That Talks Away At Her Nonstop.

Work Restores Humankind And All Its Attributes To The Savage Animal Condition That Was Its Original Intended State.

Only He Who Loves And Is Loved For His Own Sake Can Be Happy, And What Produces That Happiness Is Not So Much The Sense Of Sexual Communion As Of Two People Being Together ... The Sexual Act Viewed As A Whole Probably Affords Less Happiness Than A Totally Ordinary Kiss Or Often Indeed One Simple Word From The One You Love.

Eroding Solidarity Paradoxically Makes A Society More Susceptible To The Construction Of Substitute Collectives And Fascisms Of All Kinds.