When the young woman leans over the sky, about to water the flowers as well as the weeds, her white front splits open until her milk runs.

The job of a citizen is to keep his mouth open.

Removed from its more restrictive sense, masturbation has become an expression for everything that has proved, for lack of human contact, to be void of meaning. We have communication problems, suffer from egocentrism and narcissism, are frustrated by information glut and loss of environment; we stagnate despite the rising GNP.

What makes books - and with them writers - so dangerous that church and state, politburos and the mass media feel the need to oppose them?

Lies that do not hurt, which are different from lies that protect oneself or hurt another person. That is not my business. But the truth is mostly very boring, and you can help it along with lies. There is no harm in that.

Today I know that all things are watching, that nothing goes unseen, that even wallpaper has a better memory than human beings. It's not God in his heaven who sees everything. A kitchen chair, a clothes hanger, a half-filled ashtray, or the wooden replica of a woman named Niobe can serve perfectly well as an unforgetting witness to our every deed.

Art is accusation, expression, passion. Art is black charcoal crushing white paper.