The language of the younger generation has the brutality of the city and an assertion of threatening power at hand, not to come. It is military, theatrical, and at its most coherent probably a lasting repudiation of empty courtesy and bureaucratic euphemism.
Art is a profession, not a shrine.
While you are living, part of you has slipped away to the cemetery.
Canadians, do not vomit on me!
The future may be an enemy. Time can turn happy days and nights into nothing.
Books give not wisdom where none was before. But where some is, there reading makes it more.