Watt had watched people smile and thought he understood how it was done.

Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear

My notes have a curious tendency, as I realize at last, to annihilate all they purport to record.

I know those little phrases that seem so innocuous, and, once you let them in, pollute the whole of speech. 'Nothing is more real than nothing.' They rise up out of the pit and know no rest until they drag you down into its dark.

But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying. I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am.

The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.

It was the only way to progress, to stop.