Look at these poisonous color maps where flesh trees grow from human sacrifices; listen to these sniggering half-heard words of tenderness and doom from lips spotted with decay

You must learn to exist with no religion, no country, no allies. You must learn to live alone in silence.

Life is a cutup. And to pretend that you write or paint in a timeless vacuum is just simply . . . not . . . true, not in accord with the facts of human perception.

Society is cancerous and bureaucracy is its cancer.

Time is what death needs to grow people in.

I think Judge Learned Hand was a cultured, intelligent man.

If all pleasure is relief from tension, junk affords relief from the whole life process, in disconnecting the hypothalamus, which is the center of psychic energy and libido.