I Don't Like This World. I Definitely

Rumor Had It That He Was Homosexual; In Reality, In Recent Years, He Was Simply A Garden-variety Alcoholic.

The Absence Of The Will To Live Is, Alas, Not Sufficient To Make One Want To Die.

The Triumph Of Vegetation Is Total.

Father Died Last Year. I Don't Subscribe To The Theory By Which We Only Become Truly Adult When Our Parents Die; We Never Become Truly Adult.

When We Think About The Present, We Veer Wildly Between The Belief In Chance And The Evidence In Favour Of Determinism. When We Think About The Past, However, It Seems Obvious That Everything Happened In The Way That It Was Intended.