When you know what men are capable of you marvel neither at their sublimity nor their baseness. There are no limits in either direction apparently.

I too love everything that flows: rivers, sewers, lava, semen, blood, bile, words, sentences. I love the amniotic fluid when it spills out of the bag. I love the kidney with it's painful gall-stones, it's gravel and what-not; I love the urine that pours out scalding and the clap that runs endlessly; I love the words of hysterics and the sentences that flow on like dysentery and mirror all the sick images of the soul.

How different the new order would be if we could consult the veteran instead of the politician.

The sordid qualities imputed to the enemy are always those which we recognize as our own and therefore rise to slay, because only through projection do we realize the enormity and horror of them.

The waking mind, you see, is the least serviceable in the arts.

You can travel fifty thousand miles in America without once tasting a piece of good bread.

The concert is a polite form of self induced torture.