Art-speech is the only truth. An artist is usually a damned liar, but his art, if it be art, will tell you the truth of his day. And that is all that matters. Away with eternal truth.
The human consciousness is really homogeneous. There is no complete forgetting, even in death.
I think societal instinct much deeper than sex instinct - and societal repression much more devastating.
America does to me what I knew it would do: it just bumps me. The people charge at you like trucks coming down on you - no awareness. But one tries to dodge aside in time. Bump! bump! go the trucks. And that is human contact.
Water is H2O, hydrogen two parts, oxygen one, but there is also a third thing, that makes water and nobody knows what that is.
When one jumps over the edge, one is bound to land somewhere.
Tragedy is like strong acid -- it dissolves away all but the very gold of truth.