The American ideal is youth --handsome, empty youth. >>
The world is the mirror of myself dying. >>
The city is loveliest when the sweet death racket begins. Her own life >>
I am not a speed reader. I am a speed understander. >>
I've never know any trouble than an hour's reading didn't assuage. >>
It is from books that wise people derive consolation in the troubles o >>
This is not a book. This is libel, slander, defamation of character. This is not a book, in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of Art, a kick in the pants to God, Man, Destiny, Time, Love, Beauty... what you will. I am going to sing for you, a little off key perhaps, but I will sing.