Your nearness is the nearness of planets. I am the void between you. If I withdraw there will be no void for you to swim in.

Every man with a bellyful of the classics is an enemy to the human race.

I'd rather sit down and write a letter than call someone up. I hate the telephone.

The blind lead the blind. It's the democratic way.

One thing is certain, that when you die and are resurrected you belong to the earth and whatever is of the earth is yours inalienably. You become an anomaly of nature, a being without shadow; you will never die again but only pass away like the phenomena about you.

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.

We are dancing in the hollow of nothingness. We are one flesh, but separated like stars.