Henry Miller

“People are like lice-they get under your skin and bury themselves there. You scratch and scratch until blood comes, but you can't get permanently deloused. Everywhere I go people are making a mess of their lives. Everyone has his private tragedy. It's in the blood now-misfortune, ennui, grief, suicide. The atmosphere is saturated with disaster, frustration, futility. Scratch and scratch-until there's no skin left...I want everyone to scratch himself to death.”