It is only in the shadows, when some fresh wave, truly original, truly creative, breaks upon the shore, that there will be a rediscovery of the West.
Hope is a delusion; no hand can grasp a wave or a shadow.
Understand that the body is merely the foam of a wave, the shadow of a shadow.
I don't need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod; my shadow does that much better.
It's just a job. Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I beat people up.