Humility is indeed beatness, a compulsory virtue that no one exhibits unless he has to.

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

The line between inner and outer landscapes is breaking down. Earthquakes can result from seismic upheavals within the human mind. The whole random universe of the industrial age is breaking down into cryptic fragments.

The nonconformist here may be "beat down" by life but still has a beauty in his or her longing for freedom and for an awakening of the mind.

I don't care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it.

I think all writers write for an audience. There is no such thing as writing for yourself.

Time: a landing field! Death needs time like a junkie needs junk.