All writing is in fact cut-ups. A collage of words read heard overheard. What else?

There's no place for impractical dreamers around here.

Artists to my mind are the real architects of change.

What does the money machine eat? It eats youth, spontaneity, life, beauty, and, above all, it eats creativity. It eats quality and sh*ts quantity.

In my writing I am acting as a map maker, an explorer of psychic areas, a cosmonaut of inner space, and I see no point in exploring areas that have already been thoroughly surveyed.

Faced by the actual practice of freedom, the French and American revolutions would be forced to stand by their words.

A writer does not own words any more than a painter owns colors. So lets dispense with this originality fetish… Look, listen and transcribe and forget about being original.