People find ideas a bore because they do not distinguish between live ones and stuffed ones on a shelf.

I think an alliance with Stalin's Russia is rotten.

I once saw a small child go to an electric light switch as say, Mamma, can I open the light? She was using the age-old language of exploration, the language of art.

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.

The difference between a gun and a tree is a difference of tempo. The tree explodes every spring.

What thou lovest well remains, the rest is dross What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage Whose world, or mine or theirs or is it of none? First came the seen, then thus the palpable Elysium, though it were in the halls of hell. What thou lovest well is thy true heritage.

Compose in the sequence of the musical phrase, not in sequence of a metronome.