We should take mothers in high seas and drown them there, they are as poisonous as lead in the air.

That is the artist's job: take mineral rock from dark silent earth, transform it into shining light-reflecting form from sky.

Insanity - to have to construct a picture of one's life, by making inquiries of others.

There was a beauty in the trash of the alleys which I had never noticed before; my vision seemed sharpened, rather than impaired. As I walked along it seemed to me that the flattened beer cans and papers and weeds and junk mail had been arranged by the wind into patterns; these patterns, when I scrutinized them, lay distributed so as to comprise a visual language.

I think that, like in my writing, reality is always a soap bubble, Silly Putty thing anyway. In the universe people are in, people put their hands through the walls, and it turns out they're living in another century entirely. I often have the feeling — and it does show up in my books — that this is all just a stage.

Just because something bears the aspect of the inevitable one should not, therefore, go along willingly with it.

What is possible and what is not possible is not objectively known but is, rather, a subjective belief on the part of the author and of the reader.