As art sinks into paralysis, artists multiply. This anomaly ceases to be one if we realize that art, on its way to exhaustion, has become both impossible and easy.

Life is possible only by the deficiencies of our imagination and memory.

Who Rebels? Who rises in arms? Rarely the slave, but almost always the oppressor turned slave.

In order to have the stuff of a tyrant, a certain mental derangement is necessary.

Ideas come as you walk, Nietzsche said. Walking dissipates thoughts, Shankara taught.

Man must vanquish himself, must do himself violence, in order to perform the slightest action untainted by evil.

I feel completely detached from any country, any group. I am a metaphysically displaced person