I use the words you taught me. If they don't mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.

Watt's concern, deep as it appeared, was not after all what the figure was, in reality, but with what the figure appeared to be, in reality.

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.

You are not satisfied unless form is so strictly divorced from content that you can comprehend the one without almost without bothering to read the other.

The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.

There's something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.

Until the day when, your endurance gone, in this world for you without arms, you catch up in yours the first mangy cur you meet, carry it for the time needed for it to love it and you it, then throw it away.