Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. Only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape.

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

The junk merchant doesn't sell his product to the consumer, he sells the consumer to his product. He does not improve and simplify his merchandise. He degrades and simplifies the client.

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

Man must get away from verbal forms to attain the consciousness, that which is there to be perceived at hand.

Hemingway said: 'It don't come anymore.' So where did it go?

Kick is seeing things from a special angle. Kick is momentary freedom from the claims of the aging, cautious, nagging, fightened flesh.