Perhaps violence, like pornography, is some kind of an evolutionary standby system, a last-resort device for throwing a wild joker into the game?

The enormous energy of the twentieth century, enough to drive the planet into a new orbit around a happier star, was being expended to maintain this immense motionless pause.

If I don't write, I begin to feel unsettled and uneasy, as I gather people do who are not allowed to dream.

So he left the lagoon and entered the jungle again, within a few days was completely lost, following the lagoons southward through the increasing rain and heat, attacked by alligators and giant bats, a second Adam searching for the forgotten paradises of the reborn Sun.

Our lives today are not conducted in linear terms. They are much more quantified; a stream of random events is taking place.

Science and technology multiply around us. To an increasing extent they dictate the languages in which we speak and think. Either we use those languages, or we remain mute.

I feel that the surrealists have created a series of valid external landscapes which have their direct correspondences within our own minds.