There is no line between the ‘real world’ and ‘world of myth and symbol.’ Objects, sensations, hit with the impact of hallucination.
I am trying like Klee, to create something that will have a life of its own, that can put me in real danger, a danger which I willingly take on myself.
Love is a haunting melody that I have never mastered, and I fear I never will.
Like Spain, I am bound to the past.
It’s the little touches that make a future solid enough to destroy.
Whether you like it or not, you are committed to the human endeavor. I cannot ally myself with such a purely negative goal as avoidance of suffering. Suffering is a chance you take by the fact of being alive.
Like all pure creatures, cats are practical.
In my writing I am acting as a map maker, an explorer of psychic areas, a cosmonaut of inner space, and I see no point in exploring areas that have already been thoroughly surveyed.
In deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality.
Language is a virus from outer space.
A functioning police state needs no police.
Every man has inside himself a parasitic being who is acting not at all to his advantage.
Hustlers of the world, there is one mark you cannot beat: the mark inside.
No body of knowledge needs an organizational policy. Organizational policy can only impede the advancement of knowledge. There is a basic incompatibility between any organization and freedom of thought.
If I had my way we’d sleep every night all wrapped around each other like hibernating rattlesnakes.
Silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing.
A paranoid is someone who knows a little of what’s going on.
How I hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity.
Which came first the intestine or the tapeworm?
Whether you sniff it smoke it eat it or shove it up your ass the result is the same: addiction.