How can one better magnify the Almighty than by sniggering with him at his little jokes, particularly the poorer ones?

The reality of the individualis an incoherent reality and must be expressed incoherently.

Two in distressmake sorrow less.

Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and them look down and hear me, that might take some of the shine off their bliss.

I have always been amazed at my contemporaries’ lack of finesse, I whose soul writhed from morning to night, in the mere quest of itself.

Humbly to ask a favour of people who are on the point of knocking your brains out sometimes produces good results.

To find a form that accommodates the shape of the mess, that is the task of the artist now.