Photographs shock insofar as they show something novel.

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

Remember when you hear yourself saying one day that you don't have time anymore to read or listen to music or look at paintings or go to the movies or do whatever feeds your head now. Then you're getting old. That means they got you, after all.

In the final analysis, style is art. And art is nothing more or less than various modes of stylized, dehumanized representation.

The culture-heroes of our liberal bourgeois civilisation are ant-liberal and ant-bourgeois . . .

I envy paranoids; they actually feel people are paying attention to them.

Needing to have reality confirmed and experience enhanced by photographs is an aesthetic consumerism to which everyone is now addicted. Industrial societies turn their citizens into image-junkies; it is the most irresistible form of mental pollution.