Great Books Are The Ones We Need

People Are Strange: They Are Constantly Angered By Trivial Things, But On A Major Matter Like Totally Wasting Their Lives, They Hardly Seem To Notice.

I Am Too Sick To Lay Down The Sidewalks Frighten Me The Whole Damned City Frightens Me, What I Will Become What I Have Become Frightens Me.

I Was So Thin I Could Slice Bread With My Shoulderblades, Only I Seldom Had Bread.

I Grow Tired Of 18th Century Moralities In A 20th Century Space-atomic Age

Each Person Is Only Given So Many Evenings And Each Wasted Evening Is A Gross Violation Against The Natural Course Of Your Only Life.