An empty bus hurtles through the starry night Perhaps the driver is singing and happy because he sings.

An empty bus hurtles through the starry night Perhaps the driver is singing and happy because he sings.

Art is so wonderfully irrational, exuberantly pointless, but necessary all the same. Pointless and yet necessary, that's hard for a puritan to understand.

Translation is that which transforms everything so that nothing changes.

The human head is bigger than the globe. It conceives itself as containing more. It can think and rethink itself and ourselves from any desired point outside the gravitational pull of the earth. It starts by writing one thing and later reads itself as something else. The human head is monstrous.

Even bad books are books and therefore sacred.

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