An avant-garde man is like an enemy inside a city he is bent on destroying, against which he rebels; for like any system of government, an established form of expression is also a form of oppression. The avant-garde man is the opponent of an existing system.

Banality is a symptom of non-communication. Men hide behind their cliches.

A work of art is above all an adventure of the mind.

Drama lies in extreme exaggeration of the feelings, an exaggeration that dislocates flat everyday reality.

Mediocrity is more dangerous in a critic than in a writer.

Oh words, what crimes are committed in your name? ~Jack or The Submission

All cats die. Socrates is dead. Therefore Socrates is a cat.