...the wise man knows that every experience is to be viewed as a blessing.

Writing, like life itself, is a voyage of discovery. The adventure is a metaphysical one: it is a way of approaching life indirectly, of acquiring a total rather than a partial view of the universe. The writer lives between the upper and lower worlds: he takes the path in order eventually to become the path himself.

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

The world itself is pregnant with failure, is the perfect manifestation of imperfection, of the consciousness of failure.

Surrealism is merely the reflection of the death process. It is one of the manifestations of a life becoming extinct, a virus which quickens the inevitable end.

...the wise man knows that every experience is to be viewed as a blessing.

When into the womb of time everything is again withdrawn chaos will be restored and chaos is the score upon which reality is written.