We have the right to lie, but not about the heart of the matter.

I call for actors burning at the stakes, laughing at the flames.

It is not opium which makes me work but its absence, and in order for me to feel its absence it must from time to time be present.

All writing is garbage. People who come out of nowhere to try and put into words any part of what goes on in their minds are pigs.

We have the right to lie, but not about the heart of the matter.

If our life lacks a constant magic it is because we choose to observe our acts and lose ourselves in consideration of their imagined form and meaning, instead of being impelled by their force.

Without sarcasm I sink into chaos.