after all the work of the philosophers on his soul and the doctors on his body, what can we really say we know about a man? That he is, when all is said and done, just a passage for liquids and solids, a pipe of flesh.

To be the equal of reality you must learn how to ignore it without danger.

Comedians are the nearest to suicide.

The realisation of one's own death is the point at which one becomes adult.

The heaviest impact of the work of art is in the guts. Art does not reason. It manhandles you and changes you.

Everything really desirable has come about because of, or in spite of, wine!

I have decided to leave Clea’s last letter un-answered. I no longer wish to coerce anyone, to make promises, to think of life in terms of compacts, resolutions, covenants. It will be up to Clea to interpret my silence according to her own needs and desires, to come to me if she has need or not, as the case may be. Does not everything depend on our interpretation of the silence around us?