Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.

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

The only thing you must never speak of is your happiness.

Women are all the bloody sameyou can't love for five minutes without wanting it abolished in brats and house bloody wifery.

Art has always been this--pure interrogation, rhetorical question less the rhetoric--whatever else it may have been obliged by social reality to appear.

Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.

There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.