No one is ever really alone. You are part of everything alive.

The only possible ethic is to do what one wants to do.

Visual art and writing don't exist on an aesthetic hierarchy that positions one above the other, because each is capable of things the other can't do at all. Sometimes one picture is equal to 30 pages of discourse, just as there are things images are completely incapable of communicating.

In deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality. It is as final as the mountains: a fact. There it is. When you realize it you cannot complain.

How long does it take man to realize that he cannot want what he wants? You have to live in hell to see heaven.

After one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say 'I want to see the manager.'

I like the idea of generalizing the narcotic thing by making it black meat addiction.