A Brain Is Only Capable Of What

We Mustn't Complain Too Much Of Being Comedians - It's An Honorable Profession. If Only We Could Be Good Ones The World Might Gain At Least A Sense Of Style. We Have Failed - That's All. We Are Bad Comedians, We Aren't Bad Men.

She Had Lost All Our Memories For Ever, And It Was As Though By Dying She Had Robbed Me Of Part Of Myself. I Was Losing My Individuality. It Was The First Stage Of My Own Death, The Memories Dropping Off Like Gangrened Limbs.

Oh, I’m Not A Berkeleian. I Believe My Back’s Against This Wall. I Believe There’s A Sten Gun Over There.

I Hate You, God. I Hate You As Though You Actually Exist.

Innocence Is Like A Dumb Leper Who Has Lost His Bell, Wandering The World, Meaning No Harm.