I have fallen in love with you, God. Take care of us all, one way or the other.
So long and take it easy, because if you start taking things seriously, it is the end of you.
Desolation, desolation, I owe so much to desolation.
I am young now and can look upon my body and soul with pride. But it will be mangled soon, and later it will begin to disintegrate, and then I shall die, and die conclusively. How can we face such a fact, and not live in fear?
No time for poetry but exactly what is.
Details are the Life of Prose.
Everything I wrote was true because I believed what I saw.
A fine thing to be talking about angels in this day when common thieves smash the holy rosaries of their victims in the street...
I felt free and therefore I was free.
I clearly saw the skeleton underneath all this show of personality what is left of a man and all his pride but bones?
You guys are going somewhere or just going?
Holding up my purring cat to the moon. I sighed.
I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.
Genius gives birth, talent delivers. What Rembrandt or Van Gogh saw in the night can never be seen again.
Geniuses can be scintillating and geniuses can be somber, but it’s that inescapable sorrowful depth that shines through-originality.
It’s hard to explain and best thing to do is not be false.
Paris is a woman but London is an independent man puffing his pipe in a pub.
You can’t fight City Hall. It keeps changing its name.
Everything is perfect on the street again, the world is permeated with roses of happiness all the time, but none of us know it. The happiness consists in realizing that it is all a great strange dream.
At night I closed my eyes and saw my bones threading the mud of my grave.