Some people are larger than life. Hitler is larger than death.

I understand there are some men who are only half here. Let's not say men. Let's say people. People who are more or less obscure at times.

Man's guilt in history and in the tides of his own blood has been complicated by technology, the daily seeping falsehearted death.

When my head is in the typewriter the last thing on my mind is some imaginary reader. I don't have an audience; I have a set of standards.

A person rises on a word and falls on a syllable.

Maybe when we die, the first thing we'll say is 'I know this feeling. I was here before'.

Ask yourself this question. Do we have to be humans forever? Consciousness is exhausted. Back now to inorganic matter. This is what we want. We want to be stones in a field.