Between Ennui and Ecstasy unwinds our whole experience of time.

On Creating — What we crave, what we want to see in others eyes, is that servile expression, an unconcealed infatuation with our gestures.

It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.

What strangely enchanted tunes gush forth during those sleepless nights!

You are done for - a living dead man - not when you stop loving but stop hating. Hatred preserves: in it, in its chemistry, resides the mystery of life.

Word - that invisible dagger.

Truths begin by a conflict with the police - and end by calling them in.