You just go on your nerve.

O my enormous piano, you are not like being outdoors

Oh! kangaroos, sequins, chocolate sodas! / You really are beautiful! Pearls, / harmonicas, jujubes, aspirins!

There should be so much more, not of orange, of words, of how terrible orange is and life.

Mothers of America / let your kids go to the movies!

I don't believe in god, so I don't have to make elaborately sounded structures. ... Pain always produces logic, which is very bad for you. ... As for measure and other technical apparatus, that's just common sense: if you're going to buy a pair of pants you want them to be tight enough so everyone will want to go to bed with you. There's nothing metaphysical about it.

I am ashamed of my century for being so entertaining but I have to smile.