It was only when we were in that bed, high above the world - then I thought the birds could have been circling around our bodies circled around each other - that we made our world totally separated from everything else. It was the only way we could be together.

Culture is that which falsifies.

Well, I think writing is basically about time and rhythm. Like with jazz. You have your basic melody and then you just riff off of it. And the riffs are about timing.

Murder is a dream because lack is the center of both.

GET RID OF MEANING. YOUR MIND IS A NIGHTMARE THAT HAS BEEN EATING YOU: NOW EAT YOUR MIND.

Yeah, I mean, I put work out there for people to use and I'm grateful when you use it.

Everytime you read, you are walking among the dead, and, if you are listening, you just might hear prophecies.