When forging money, I had always salved my conscience by concluding that I was merely extending the lie of commerce.

Love is a glimpse of hope. To love is to hope. When we abandon hope, we cease to exist.

You have to attempt to find new forms that will force you to write freshly and better and hopefully more truthfully.

One cannot distinguish between human and non-human acts. One cannot point, one cannot say this man here is a man and that man there is a devil.

The idea of the past is as useless as the idea of the future. Both could be invoked by anybody about anything. There is never any more beauty than there is now. There is no more joy or wonder or sorrow than there is now, nor perfection, nor any more evil nor any more good than there is now.

Love is the scent of a sleeping back, death a slight draft of bad breath.

What you're constantly seeking isn't a style, but a transparency between your soul and the words. And your soul is ever in flux, so therefore you have to constantly find new forms of words that might be able to register these changes in the soul.