He entered the elevator and together they moved closer to god

It is amazing that when someone else spouts the nonsense you yourself believe you can readily perceive it as nonsense

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.

Perhaps if you know you are insane then you are not insane. Or you are becoming sane, finally.

The odd thing in this world is that an eager-beaver type, with no original ideas, who mimes those in authority above him right to the last twist of necktie and scrape of chin, always gets noticed. Gets selected. Rises.

Be happy now because tomorrow you are dying.

The cries of the dead are terrible indeed; you should try not to hear them.