I didn't dare to think of anything then except the facts. To get beneath the facts I would have had to be an artist, and one doesn't become an artist overnight. First you have to be crushed, to have y...
I couldn't allow myself to think about her very long; if I had I would have jumped off the bridge. It's strange. I had become so reconciled to this life without her, and yet if I thought about her onl...
For a hundred years or more the world, our world, has been dying. And not one man, in these last hundred years or so, has been crazy enough to put a bomb up the asshole of creation and set it off. The...
Fear, hydra-headed fear, which is rampant in all of us, is a hang-over from lower forms of life. We are straddling two worlds, the one from which we have emerged and the one towards which we are headi...
Estoy muerto espiritualmente. Físicamente, estoy vivo. Moralmente, soy libre.
Day by day. No yesterdays and no tomorrows. The barometer never changes, the flag is always at half-mast.
Better to separate than never to marry.
And for that one moment of freedom you have to listen to all that love crap... it drive me nuts sometimes... I want to kick them out immediately... I do now and then. But that doesn't keep them away....
Anaïs, I don't know how to tell you what I feel. I live in perpetual expectancy. You come and the time slips away in a dream. It is only when you go that I realize completely your presence. And then i...
God knows, when spring comes to Paris the humbles mortal alive must feel that he dwells in paradise....it [is] the the intimacy with which his eye rests upon the scene. It [is] his Paris. A man does n...
Life as it is called is for most of us one long postponement.
The only artists for whom I would make way are - children. For me the paintings of children belong side by side with the works of the masters.
Ik kwam er achter dat ik er mijn hele leven heus niet naar had verlang om te leven - als wat anderen doen tenminste leven genoemd kan worden - maar wel om mezelf te kunnen uitdrukken.
Sin, guilt, neurosis they are one and the same, the fruit of the tree of knowledge.
يجب أن أجلس هنا فحسب، إلى أن يخيم الليل. حين يطلع القمر كل شيءٍ سيكون في مكانه.
[...]as Sylvester says, a man who has never been afflicted with a neurosis does not know the meaning of suffering.
You must be life for me to the very end, so he writes. That is the only way in which to sustain my idea of you. Because you have gotten, as you see, tied up with something so vital to me, I do not thi...
Tomorrow you may bring about the destruction of your world. Tomorrow you may sing in Paradise above the smoking ruins of your world-cities. But tonight I would like to think of one man, a lone individ...
To imagine a new world is to live it daily, each thought, each glance, each step, each gesture killing and re-creating, death always a step in advance. To spit on the past is not enough. To proclaim t...
This is all a figurative way of speaking about what is unmentionable. What is unmentionable is pure fuck and pure cunt; it must be mentioned only in de luxe editions, otherwise the world will fall apa...