Duty largely consists of pretending that the trivial is critical.
If you want to be true to life, start lying about it
When you draw something it lives and when you photograph it it dies
The craving to risk death is our last great perversion. We come from night, we go into night. Why live in night?
There are two kinds of hangover: in one you feel ill and incapable, in the other you feel ill and lucid.
Because a star explodes and a thousand worlds like ours die, we know this world is. That is the smile: that what might not be, is.