With this book in my hands, reading aloud to my friends, questioning them, explaining to them, I was made clearly to understand that I had no friends, that I was alone in the world. Because in not understanding the meaning of the words, neither I nor my friends, one thing became very clear and that was that there were ways of not understanding and that the difference between the non-understanding of one individual and the non-understanding of another created a world of terra firma even more solid than differences of understanding.

Do not be duped by little duties. Do not be a chore man all your days.

Madness is tonic and invigorating. It makes the sane more sane. The only ones who are unable to profit by it are the insane.

There is only one thing which interests me vitally now, and that is the recording of all that which is omitted in books

A book lying idle on a shelf is wasted ammunition.

There is nothing in itself which is wrong or evil not even murder.

For a hundred years or more the world, our world, has been dying. And not one man, in these last hundred years or so, has been crazy enough to put a bomb up the asshole of creation and set it off. The world is rotting away, dying piecemeal. But it needs the coup de grace, it needs to be blown to smithereens. Not one of us is intact, and yet we have in us all the continents and the seas between the continents and the birds of the air. We are going to put it down ― the evolution of this world which has died but which has not been buried.