If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window.

Words are all we have.

Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.

What do we do now, now that we are happy?

If I was dead, I wouldn't know I was dead. That's the only thing I have against death. I want to enjoy my death.

The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.

People are bloody ignorant apes.

With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.

What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.

Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.

Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.

The human eyelid is not teartight (happily for the human eye).

All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.

Ah, the old questions, the old answers, there's nothing like them!

The sky sinks in the morning, this fact has been insufficiently observed.

I am still alive then. That may come in useful.

What is that unforgettable line?

Dance first. Think later. It's the natural order.

Nothing is more real than nothing.