Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear

Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.

We spend our life, it's ours, trying to bring together in the same instant a ray of sunshine and a free bench

James Joyce was a synthesizer, trying to bring in as much as he could. I am an analyzer, trying to leave out as much as I can.

The essential is to go on squirming forever at the end of the line, as long as there are waters and banks and ravening in heaven asporting God to plague his creature, per pro his chosen shits.

You would do better, at least no worse, to obliterate texts than to blacken margins, to fill in the holes of words till all is blank and flat and the whole ghastly business looks like what it is, senseless, speechless, issueless misery.

They never lynch children, babies, no matter what they do they are whitewashed in advance.