“Vanity of vanities… all is vanity.’ You kill yourself to get to the grave. Especially you kill yourself to get to the grave before you die; and the name of the grave is ‘success’, the name of that grave is hullabullo boom boom horseshit.”

“Pretty girls make graves”

“And the story of love is a long sad tale ending in graves.”

“At night I closed my eyes and saw my bones threading the mud of my grave.”

“If you get yourself killed, I'll find your grave and spit on it," she threatened.”

“Terplash, & what difference make! One little white spark of light! Hair woven hands Penelope seaboat smeller Is Virgin you trying to fathom me Tiresome old sea, aint you sick & tired of all of this merde? this incessant boom boom & sand walk”

“There's nothing wrong with you Ray, your only trouble is you never learned to get out to spots like this, you've let the world drown you in its horseshit and you've been vexed...”