So society has strangled in its asylums all those it wanted to get rid of or protect itself from, because they refused to become its accomplices in certain great nastinesses.

Not once more will/I be found with beings/who swallowed the rail of life//And one day I found myself with beings/who swallowed the nail of life/-as soon as I lost my matrix mamma,//and the being twisted under him,/and god poured me back to her/(the motherfucker).

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.

I myself am an absolute abyss.

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

Cruelty signifies rigor, implacable intention and decision, irreversible and absolute determination.

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