Poetry is the break (or rather the meeting at the breaking point) between the visible and the invisible.

Perhaps all music, even the newest, is not so much something discovered as something that re-emerges from where it lay buried in the memory, inaudible as a melody cut in a disc of flesh. A composer lets me hear a song that has always been shut up silent within me.

To achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegance.

One can hear all that's going on in the street. Which means that from the street one can hear what's going on in this house.

When we see life, we call it beautiful. When we see death, we call it ugly. But it is more beautiful still to see oneself living at great speed, right up to the moment of death.

Repudiating the virtues of your world, criminals hopelessly agree to organize a forbidden universe. They agree to live in it. The air there is nauseating. They can breathe it.

Would Hamlet have felt the delicious fascination of suicide if he hadn't had an audience, and lines to speak?