Her smile was a bite, and I was its target.

The knife is the most permanent, the most immortal, the most ingenious of man's creations. The knife was a guillotine; the knife is a universal means of resolving all knots.

The whole world is one immense woman, and we are in her very womb, we are not yet born, we are joyfully ripening.

What the self-styled modern artists are doing is a sort of unemotional pseudo-intellectual masturabtion … whereas creative art is more like intercourse, in which the artist must seduce -- render emotional -- his audience, each time.

I am aware of myself. And, of course, the only things that are aware of themselves and conscious of their individuality are irritated eyes, cut fingers, sore teeth. A healthy eye, finger, tooth might as well not even be there. Isn't it clear that individual consciousness is just sickness?

A man is like a novel: until the very last page you don't know how it will end. Otherwise it wouldn't be worth reading.

The most agonising thing is to drop doubt into a man about his being a reality, three-dimensional - and not some other kind of reality.