I put my head out of my window and see how much the wind’s knife wants to slice it off. On this unseen guillotine, I’ve placed the eyeless head of all my desires.
Besides black art, there is only automation and mechanization.
...I am the immense shadow of my tears
We're all curious about what might hurt us.
At the heart of all great art is an essential melancholy.
The only things that the United States has given to the world are skyscrapers, jazz, and cocktails. That is all. And in Cuba, in our America, they make much better cocktails.