The literature of the immediate future will inevitably turn away from painting, whether respectably realistic or modern, and from daily life, whether old or the very latest and revolutionary, and turn to artistically realized philosophy.

Explosions are not comfortable.

The only means of ridding man of crime is ridding him of freedom.

Dogma, static positions, consonance - all these are obstacles to catching the disease of art, at least in its more complex forms.

We have long become overgrown with calluses; we no longer hear people being killed. ("X")

They do not need the sun. Who needs the sun when the eyes glow? Darkness. A woolen fog has wrapped the earth, has dropped a heavy curtain. From far away, from beyond the curtain, comes the sound of drops falling on stone. Far, far away - the autumn, people, tomorrow. ("The North")

You are afraid of it because it is stronger than you; you hate it because you are afraid of it; you love it because you cannot subdue it to your will. Only the unsubduable can be loved.