Reality has come to seem more and more like what we are shown by cameras.

Pornography is a theatre of types, never of individuals.

God, living is enormous!

War tears, rends. War rips open, eviscerates. War scorches. War dismembers. War ruins.

Today everything exists to end in a photograph.

Communism is fascism with a human face.

The unit of the poet is the word, the unit of the prose writer is the sentence.