If you lack the power to demoralize yourself along with the age, to go as low and as far, do not complain of being misunderstood by it.

An individual dies ... when, instead of taking risks and hurling himself toward being, he cowers within, and takes refuge there.

Hungarian Language — savage it may be but of a beauty that has nothing human about it, with sonorities of another universe, powerful and corrosive, appropriate to prayer, to groans and to tears, risen out of hell to perpetuate its accent and its aura…words of nectar and cyanide.

Only one thing matters: learning to be the loser.

Chaos is rejecting all you have learned, chaos is being yourself.

Criticism is a misconception: we must read not to understand others but to understand ourselves.

We derive our vitality from our store of madness.