We must find out what words are and how they function. They become images when written down, but images of words repeated in the mind and not of the image of the thing itself.

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

[Jack] Kerouac was writing fiction. What he did when he wrote about me...he made me out with Russian Countesses and Swiss accounts and other things I didn't have or didn't happen and so on.

The Planet drifts to random insect doom.

When you cut into the present the future leaks out.

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

I'm an old-fashioned person, and I don't like informers.