Revolution is everywhere, in everything. There is no final revolution, no final number.

Now I no longer live in our clear, rational world; I live in the ancient nightmare world, the world of square roots of minus one.

You're in a bad way! Apparently, you have developed a soul.

The most effective way of destroying art is the canonization of one given form. And one philosophy.

She moved nearer, leaned her shoulder against me — and we were one, and something flowed from her into me, and I knew: this is how it must be. I knew it with every nerve, and every hair, every heartbeat, so sweet it verged on pain. And what joy to submit to this 'must'. A piece of iron must feel such joy as it submits to the precise, inevitable law that draws it to a magnet. Or a stone, thrown up, hesitating a moment, then plunging headlong back to earth. Or a man, after the final agony, taking a last deep breath — and dying.

Philosophers of genius, children, and the people are equally wise - because they ask equally foolish questions. Foolish to a civilized man who has a well-furnished European apartment with an excellent toilet and a well-furnished dogma.

Along the blade of a knife lies the path of paradox—the single most worthy path of the fearless mind . . . .