If you can smell garlic, everything is all right.

The human race sleepwalked to oblivion, thinking only of the corporate logos on it's shroud.

Electronic aids, particularly domestic computers, will help the inner migration, the opting out of reality. Reality is no longer going to be the stuff out there, but the stuff inside your head. It's going to be commercial and nasty at the same time.

Art exists because reality is neither real nor significant.

I suspect that many of the great cultural shifts that prepare the way for political change are largely aesthetic.

I find wholly baffling the widespread belief today that the dropping of the Hiroshima and Nagasaki bombs was an immoral act, even possibly a war crime to rank with Nazi genocide.

Hell is out of fashion --institutional hells at any rate. The populated infernos of the 20th century are more private affairs, the gaps between the bars are the sutures of one's own skull. . .