The Empire is the institution, the codification, of derangement; it is insane and imposes its insanity on us by violence, since its nature is a violent one.

Madness has its own dynamism. It just goes on.

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

I think great art should play a part in the ordinary man's life, don't you? It can make his existence so much richer and more meaningful.

Either I've invented a whole new logic or, ahem, I'm not playing with a full deck.

I have seen myself backward.

How can days and happenings and moments so good become so quickly ugly, and for no reason, for no real reason? Just - change. With nothing causing it.