The closer the look one takes at a word, the greater distance from which it looks back.

News reports stand up as people, and people wither into editorials. Clichés walk around on two legs while men are having theirs shot off.

Satire chooses and knows no objects. It arises by fleeing from them and their forcing themselves upon it.

I can say with pride that I have spent days and nights not reading anything, and that with unflagging energy I use every moment toacquire gradually an encyclopedic lack of education.

Children play soldier. That makes sense. But why do soldiers play children?

A great deal of learning can be packed into an empty head.

Nothing is more horrible than my self in the mirror of hysteria. Nothing is more vulgar than my style in the hands of another. Toimitate me is to punish me.