Across the communication landscape move the specters of sinister technologies and the dreams that money can buy.

One of the things I took from my wartime experiences was that reality was a stage set... the comfortable day-to-day life, school, the home where one lives and all the rest of it... could be dismantled overnight.

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

Burroughs called his greatest novel Naked Lunch, by which he meant it's what you see on the end of a fork. He's a writer of enormous richness whose books are a kind of attempt to blow up this cozy conspiracy, to allow us to see what's on the end of the fork . . . the truth.

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.

After being bombarded endlessly by road-safety propaganda it was almost a relief to find myself in an actual accident.

The ultimate concept car will move so fast, even at rest, as to be invisible.