Time is what death needs to grow people in.

The purpose of my writing is to expose and arrest Nova Criminals.

Nothing is true, everything is permitted.

NOTHING happens by coincidence.

The way to kill a man or a nation is to cut off his dreams, the way the whites are taking care of the Indians: killing their dreams, their magic, their familiar spirits.

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

In the U.S., you have to be a deviant or die of boredom.