I'm delirious because I'm dying so fast.

People used to envy me my inspiration. I hate inspiration. It takes you over completely. I could never wait until it passed and I got rid of it.

The man who looks for security, even in the mind, is like a man who would chop off his limbs in order to have artificial ones which will give him no pain or trouble.

I'm delirious because I'm dying so fast.

If the poet can no longer speak for society, but only for himself, then we are at the last ditch.

Life, as it is called, is for most of us one long postponement.

Even if it doesn't work, there is something healthy and invigorating about direct action