I had been playing with matches and burned a small rug. I was in the process of covering up my crime when suddenly God saw me. I felt His gaze inside my head and on my hands....I flew into a rage against so crude an indiscretion, I blasphemed....He never looked at me again....I had the more difficulty getting rid of Him the Holy Ghost in that He had installed Himself at the back of my head....I collared the Holy Ghost in the cellar and threw Him out.

When I can't see myself in the mirror, I can't even feel myself, and I begin to wonder if I exist at all.

The plight of modern man is that he is condemmed to be free.

Two people can form a community by excluding a third.

Take [Stéphane] Mallarme. I hold him to be the greatest of French poets, and I have taken some time to understand him !

Atheism is a cruel long term business, and I have gone through it to the end.

What I see is teeming cohesion, contained dispersal... For him, to sculpt is to take the fat off space.