But it seems impossible to speak and yet say nothing, you think you have succeeded, but you always overlook something.

My work is a matter of fundamental sounds (no joke intended) made as fully as possible, and I accept responsibility for nothing else. If people want to have headaches among the overtones, let them. And provide their own aspirin.

I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.

Unfathomable mind, now beacon, now sea.

All that is active, all that is enveloped in time and space, is endowed with what might be described as an abstract, ideal and absolute impermeability.

I have nothing but wastes and wilds of self-translation before me for many miserable months to come.

Nothing is funnier than unhappiness.