You never know what lurks just beneath the surface of my fragile sanity.
On the surface I look fragile and insecure; you have to know me very well.
To what purpose is it to be artificially happy on the surface?
generosity of spirit” applied to nothing, was a cliche, was some kind of bad joke. Sex is mathematics. Individuality no longer an issue. What does intelligence signify? Define reason. Desire—meaningless. Intellect is not a cure....
Actors,” he says, “should only be superficial on the surface.
There’s fear and violence under the surface. One always follows the other.
As a lie can be buried, the truth will always bloom.