Music can be made anywhere, is invisible and does not smell.

Geniuses are the luckiest of mortals because what they must do is the same as what they most want to do.

All I have is a voice to undo the folded lie, the romantic lie in the brain of the sensual man-in-the-street and the lie of Authority whose buildings grope the sky: There is no such thing as the State and no one exists alone; Hunger allows no choice to the citizen or the police; We must love one another or die.

Even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot Where the dogs go on with their doggy life

A craftsman knows in advance what the finished result will be, while the artist knows only what it will be when he has finished it.

Thank God for books as an alternative to conversation.

Most people enjoy the sight of their own handwriting as they enjoy the smell of their own farts.