I had learned to harness ignorance with presumption. I was ready to become an unacknowledged watercolorist.

The man who looks for security, even in the mind, is like a man who would chop off his limbs in order to have artificial ones which will give him no pain or trouble.

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

Instead of asking 'How much damage will the work in question bring about?' why not ask 'How much good? How much joy?'

This is not a book in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of art, a kick in the pants to God, Man, Destiny, Time, Love, Beauty... what you will.

One has to be a lowbrow, a bit of a murderer, to be a politician, ready and willing to see people sacrificed, slaughtered, for the sake of an idea, whether a good one or a bad one.

Even the idiot may have a message for us