The self is like a pimping blackmailing chauffeur who gets you from here to there on word lines.

Life is a vacation from two eternities.

So many people in the Western World are just automatically made ill by any sort of frank writing about sexual matters.

When all lies, deceit, pretense is stripped away, what remains? The truth of a painting, or a book or a man.

In exorcism, a verbal argument can never do anything. You can't ever beat the entity in a verbal argument because that's what he wants. It's only through a confront, a non-verbal confront, that anything happens. It has to be non-verbal.

Tangier is one of the few places left in the world where, so long as you don't proceed to robbery, violence, or some form of crude, antisocial behavior, you can do exactly what you want.

I see no reason why the artistic world can't absolutely merge with Madison Avenue. Pop art is a move in that direction. Why can't we have advertisements with beautiful words and beautiful images?