There is no refuge from confession but suicide; and suicide is confession.

Instead of this absurd division into sexes$$$ they ought to class people as static and dynamic.

All this fuss about sleeping together. For physical pleasure$$$ I'd sooner go to my dentist any day.

Punctuality is the virtue of the bored.

Space is all one space and thought is all one thought$$$ but my mind divides its spaces into spaces into spaces and thoughts into thoughts into thoughts. Like a large condominium. Occasionally I think about the one Space and the one Thought$$$ but usually I don't. Usually I think about my condominium.

I believe in low light and trick mirrors. I believe in plastic surgery.

I always run into strong women who are looking for weak men to dominate them.

I never think that people die. They just go to department stores.

People's fantasies are what give them problems. If you didn't have fantasies you wouldn't have problems because you'd just take whatever was there.

I just do art because Im ugly and theres nothing else for me to do.