What a horror it would have been if the world was real, because if the world was real, it would be immortal.

the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.

It's all too much and not enough at the same time.

One man practicing kindness in the wilderness is worth all the temples this world pulls.

How clear the realization one is going mad -- the mind has a silence, nothing happens in the physique, urine gathers in your loins, your ribs contract.

...do you think God made the world to amuse himself because he was bored? Because if so he would have to be mean.

The closer you get to real matter, rock air fire and wood, boy, the more spiritual the world is.