Order and disorder, form and formless must have profound psychological roots, nervous roots.

At the moment I'm so exhausted that I feel like cutting my throat, so the next news masy well be that I am across the river and under the trees: what is the meaning and purpose of life? Death.

Even paranoids have real enemies.

Poetry must be as new as foam & old as rock.

I am a book I neither wrote nor read.

Literature doesn't matter! The only thing that matters is money and getting your teeth fixed!

All literature is an effort at the formal character of the epigram.