Philosophy has a great sort of appeal in terms of an artistic or aesthetic organization of concepts. It's a conceptual art.

It’s not the word made flesh we want in writing, in poetry and fiction, but the flesh made word

If you were a fully realized person-whatever the hell that would be-you wouldn't fool around writing books.

The true alchemists do not change lead into gold; they change the world into words.

I cannot walk under the wires. The sparrows scatter like handfuls of gravel. Really, wires are voices in thin strips. They are words wound in cables. Bars of connection.

Literature is composed of quarter truths, and the quarters are often spent on penny candy.

I should like to suggest that at least on the face of it a stroke by stroke story of a copulation is exactly as absurd as a chew by chew account of the consumption of a chicken's wing.