...mementos of this world, in which the things worth being were so easily exchanged for the things worth having.

I mean why should somebody go steal and break the law to get all they can when there's always some law where you can be legal and get it all anyway!

That's what I can't stand. I know I'll bounce back, and that's what I can't stand.

Tragedy was foresworn, in ritual denial of the ripe knowledge that we are drawing away from one another, that we share only one thing, share the fear of belonging to another, or to others, or to God; love or money, tender equated in advertising and the world, where only money is currency, and under dead trees and brittle ornaments prehensile hands exchange forgeries of what the heart dare not surrender.

We're comic. We're all comics. We live in a comic time. And the worse it gets the more comic we are.

What’s any artist, but the dregs of his work?

It is the bliss of childhood that we are being warped most when we know it the least.