The only real number is one, the rest are mere repetition.

We think not in words but in shadows of words.

For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me.

You lose your immortality when you lose your memory.

I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.

I have no desires, save the desire to express myself in defiance of all the world’s muteness.

Existence is a series of footnotes to a vast, obscure, unfinished masterpiece.

The future is but the obsolete in reverse.

Which arrow flies forever? The arrow that has hit its mark.

Satire is a lesson, parody is a game.

Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.

Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.

Play! Invent the world! Invent reality!

Only one letter divides the comic from the cosmic.

And the rest is rust and stardust.

The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.

Life is just one small piece of light between two eternal darknesses.

Woman is sacred; the woman one loves is holy.

I am hungry, feed me; I am bored, amuse me.