Experience has taught me that the shallowest of communist platitudes contains more of a hierarchy of meaning than contemporary bourgeois profundity.

The camera introduces us to unconscious optics as does psychoanalysis to unconscious impulses.

Let no thought pass incognito, and keep your notebook as strictly as the authorities keep their register of aliens.

The more circumspectly you delay writing down an idea, the more maturely developed it will be on surrendering itself.

Nothing is poorer than a truth expressed as it was thought. Committed to writing in such cases, it is not even a bad photograph. Truth wants to be startled abruptly, at one stroke, from her self-immersion, whether by uproar, music or cries for help.

Living substance conquers the frenzy of destruction only in the ecstasy of procreation.

Never stop writing because you have run out of ideas.