For time is the longest distance between two places.

You know, then that the public Somebody you are when you 'have a name' is a fiction created with mirrors and that the only somebody worth being is the solitary and unseen you that existed from your first breath

We are all sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life.

I think time is a merciless thing. I think life is a process of burning oneself out and time is the fire that burns you.

Don't you just love these long rainy afternoons in New Orleans when an hour isn't just an hour — but a little bit of eternity dropped in your hands — and who knows what to do with it?

All your Western theologies, the whole mythology of them, are based on the concept of God as a senile delinquent.

Everyone should know nowadays the unimportance of the photographic in art: that truth, life, or reality is an organic thing which the poetic imagination can represent or suggest, in essence, only through transformation, through changing into other forms than those which were merely present in appearance.