It isn't that I dislike artists, but I can't stand anyone who puts on those ponderous airs of a man of character.

A true artist is an ugly man.

To be a friend of the weak-that is the artist's point of departure as well as his ultimate goal.

Now even if I die, no one will be so grieved as to do himself bodily harm.

I am convinced that those people whom the world considers good and respects are all liars and fakes. I do not trust the world. My only ally is the tagged dissolute. The tagged dissolute. That is the only cross on which I wish to be crucified. Though ten thousand people criticize me, I can throw in their teeth my challenge: Are you not all the more dangerous for being without tags?

It would seem that the more irresponsible and crafty one is, the more likely one is to have a talent for storytelling.

I like roses best. But they bloom in all four seasons. I wonder if people who like roses best have to die four times over again.