Where are the beginnings, the endings, and most important, the middles?

One of the many ways of contesting level-zero, and one of the best, is to take photographs, an activity in which one should start becoming adept very early in life, teach it to children since it requires discipline, aesthetic education, a good eye and steady fingers.

Before going back to sleep I imagined (I saw) a plastic universe, changeable, full of wondrous chance, an elastic sky, a sun that suddenly is missing or remains fixed or changes its shape.

Once in a while it happens that I vomit up a bunny... it's not reason for one to blush and isolate oneself and to walk around keeping one's mouth shut.

When one wants to write, one writes. If one is condemned to write, one writes.

Literature is ... a game, but it's a game one can put one's life into.

Human history is the sad result of each one looking out for himself.