Nothing exists until or unless it is observed. An artist is making something exist by observing it. And his hope for other people is that they will also make it exist by observing it. I call it 'creative observation.' Creative viewing.

Death was in every sell of his body. He gave off a faint, greenish steam of decay. Lee imagined he would glow in the dark.

Bizarre and engrossingly disturbing, Naked Lunch, finds truth in madness.

As an old junk pusher told me, 'Watch whose money you pick up.'

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.

For God's sake, keep your eyes open. Notice what's going on around you.

Is Control controlled by its need to control? Answer: yes.