And war is wonderful, isn't it? For it's war, isn't it, that the Americans have been preparing for and are preparing for this way step by step. In order to defend this senseless manufacture from all competition that could not fail to arise on all sides.

Written poetry is worth reading once, and then should be destroyed. Let the dead poets make way for others. Then we might even come to see that it is our veneration for what has already been created, however beautiful and valid it may be, that petrifies us.

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.

I have need of angels. Enough hell has swallowed me for too many years. But finally understand this--I have burned up one hundred thousand human lives already, from the strength of my pain.

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.

I know each conversation with a psychiatrist in the morning made me want to hang myself because I knew I could not strangle him.

No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell.