And I am still alive-what though, my damnation is eternal. A man who deliberately mutilates himself is truly damned, is he not? I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am.

I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.

I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.

I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.

...You have to pass an exam, and the jobs that you get are either to shine shoes, or to herd cows, or to tend pigs. Thank God, I don't want any of that! Damn it! And besides that they smack you for a reward; they call you an animal and it's not true, a little kid, etc.. Oh! Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn!

...as for me, I am intact; and I don't care.

True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.