Success is the space one occupies in the newspaper. Success is one day's insolence.
Words are not too old, only people are too old if they use the same words too frequently.
I cannot become modest; too many things burn in me; the old solutions are falling apart; nothing has been done yet with the new ones. So I begin, everywhere at once, as if I had a century ahead of me.
His head is made of stars, but not yet arranged into constellations.
I want to keep smashing myself until I am whole.
History portrays everything as if it could not have come otherwise. History is on the side of what happened.