When words cease to cling close to things, kingdoms fall, empires wane and diminish.

The art of letters will come to an end before A.D. 2000. I shall survive as a curiosity.

All my life I believed I knew something. But then one strange day came when I realized that I knew nothing, yes, I knew nothing. And so words became void of meaning. I have arrived too late at ultimate uncertainty.

Almost any fool can paint an academy picture, and any imbecile can shoot off a Kodak.

small talk comes from small bones

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.

America is a lunatic asylum.