Prinzipienpriorität.

Und wird Moral zum Feind von Freiheit, geb ich sie auf.

Die Apokalyptischen Reiter - Moral & Wahnsinn

IllEgal II.

“—But at least while I lived, I lived big!”

Portnoy's Complaint

Dylan Russell.

What did Kay and I care less about than one, money, and two, religion? Our favorite philosopher was Bertrand Russell Our religion was Dylan Thomas’ religion, Truth and Joy!

Portnoy's Complaint

Guten Morgen.

Good morning! And the same applies to “Good afternoon”! And “Good evening”! And “Good night”! My God! The English language is a form of communication! Conversation isn’t just crossfire where you shoot and get shot at! Where you’ve got to duck for your life and aim to kill! Words aren’t only bombs and bullets—no, they’re little gifts, containing meanings!

Portnoy's Complaint

Freedom from Family.

“But in Europe where—?” he calls after me, as the taxi pulls away from the curb. “I don’t know where,” I call after him, gleefully waving farewell. I am thirty-three, and free at last of my mother and father! For a month. “But how will we know your address?” Joy! Sheer joy! “You won’t!”

Portnoy's Complaint