Real flight and dreams of flight go together. Both are part of the same movement. Not A before B, but all together.

My belief is that "recluse" is a code word generated by journalists... meaning, "doesn't like to talk to reporters."

Some typewriters in Whitehall, in the Pentagon, killed more civilians than our little A4 could have ever hoped to.

Behind the hieroglyphic streets there would either be a transcendent meaning, or only the earth.

You know what a miracle is. Not what Bakunin said. But another world’s intrusion into this one. Most of the time we coexist peacefully, but when we do touch there’s cataclysm.

Some of us are afraid of dying; others of human loneliness. Profane was afraid of land or seascapes like this, where nothing else lived but himself.

Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.