When a writer is swayed with his fame and his fortune, you can float him down the river with the turds.

We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.

The years have gone by quickly. Death sits in the seat next to me. We make a lovely couple.

Once in a dream I saw a snake swallowing its own tail, it swallowed and swallowed until it got halfway round, and there it stopped and there it stayed, it was stuffed with its own self. Some fix, that. We only have ourselves to go on, and it's enough.

one more creature dizzy with love

Love breaks my bones and I laugh

You have to die a few times before you can really live.