Here we are in the century of information, that is to say the unformed. Every kind of literature will be journalistic, with a science for ballast.
There are only fools who believe that art is a serious matter.
Sacrilege is acceptable only as a game.
The present is always the best, even when its rough.
When the house is blown up, there’s nothing to shut or open.
The object is that which is objected against me.