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

No man would set a word down on paper if he had the courage to live out what he believed in.

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.

What is not in the open street is false, derived, that is to say, literature.

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.

I'm an egotist, but I'm not selfish. There's a difference. I'm a neurotic, I guess. I can't stop thinking about myself. It isn't that I think myself so important. I simply can't think about anything else, that's all.

Better to separate than never to marry.