In my dreams, I used to feel that I was being sucked into a huge hole.

Now I feel I'm being scattered in a thousand pieces

Before, even if it was a slow process I would wake up all at once
Now I'm afraid there will be pieces missing.

[while taking a drink]

One shot kills thirst; two, worms; three, death.

Perhaps if they'd hung Jesus Christ we'd all be kneeling in front of a fucking gibbet!

You can't make up anything anymore. The world itself is a satire. All you're doing is recording it.



Sometimes I smile and laugh when I think of all the great things you're gonna do. I hope you live forever.

"Whosoever shall not fall by the sword or by famine, shall fall by pestilence so why bother shaving?"
- Woody Allen, Without Feathers