Sex means nothing--just the moment of ecstasy, that flares and dies in minutes.

What is next to ecstasy?
Pain.
What is next to pain?
Nothingness.
What is next to nothingness?
Hell.

Sex is kicking death in the ass while singing.

I have wished you something
None of the others would....

Life has a practice of living you, if you don't live it.

I think writing about unhappiness is probably the source of my popularity, if I have any-after all, most people are unhappy, don't you think?