if there is a god, he sure hates people

I think, therefore I am, therefore I am photographable.

There is no beginning, no middle, no end, no suspense, no moral, no causes, no effects. What we love in our books are the depths of many marvelous moments seen all at one time.

The hare of history once more overtakes the tortoise of art.

It seems to me that the most universal revolutionary wish now or ever is a wish for heaven, a wish by a human being to be honored by angels for something other than beauty or usefulness.

I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.

Extenuating circumstance to be mentioned on Judgment Day: We never asked to be born in the first place.