When into the womb of time everything is again withdrawn chaos will be restored and chaos is the score upon which reality is written.

I struggled in the beginning. I said I was going to write the truth, so help me God. And I thought I was. I found I couldn't. Nobody can write the absolute truth.

The most difficult thing to adjust to, apparently, is peace and contentment.

The prisoner is not the one who has commited a crime, but the one who clings to his crime and lives it over and over.

The piano bar is the gateway to the halls of masturbation.

When you can't create you can work

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.