To him who has nothing it is forbidden not to relish filth.

To restore silence is the role of objects.

Lick your neighbor as yourself!

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.

There are two moments worthwhile in writing, the one when you start and the other when you throw it in the waste-paper basket.

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.

What is more true than anything else? To swim is true and to sink is true. One cannot speak any more of being, one must speak onlyof the mess.