A general loathing of a gang or sect usually has some sound basis in instinct.

Use no word that under stress of emotion you could not actually say.

Quiet this metal! Let the manes put off their terror, let them put off their aqueous bodies with fire. Let them assume the milk-white bodies of agate. Let them draw together the bones of the metal.

Man is an over-complicated organism. If he is doomed to extinction he will die out for want of simplicity.

If a patron buys from an artist who needs money (needs money to buy tools, time, food), the patron then makes himself equal to the artist; he is building art into the world; he creates.

And New York is the most beautiful city in the world? It is not far from it. No urban night is like the night there... Squares after squares of flame, set up and cut into the aether. Here is our poetry, for we have pulled down the stars to our will.

Poetry is a very complex art.... It is an art of pure sound bound in through an art of arbitrary and conventional symbols.