when I become death. Death is the seed from which I grow.
Why are we here? We're here to go!
Evidence indicates that cats were first tamed in Egypt. The Egyptians stored grain, which attracted rodents, which attracted cats. (No evidence that such a thing happened with the Mayans, though a num...
Your knowledge of what is going on can only be superficial and relative.
Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. Only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape.
The study of thinking machines teaches us more about the brain than we can learn by introspective methods. Western man is externalizing himself in the form of gadgets.
When you stop growing you start dying.
There are no innocent bystanders ... what are they doing there in the first place?
You can't fake quality any more than you can fake a good meal.
Last night I encountered a dream cat with a very long neck and a body like a human fetus, gray and transluscent. I don't know what it needs or how to provide for it. Another dream years ago of a human...
...Communism, it's a reactive formation derived from capitalism. For this reason it's less flexible and has a lower survival potential. The days of laissez-faire capitalism are completely dead, and th...
Intelligence and war are games, perhaps the only meaningful games left. If any player becomes too proficient, the game is threatened with termination.
Thinking is not enough. Nothing is. There is no final enough of wisdom, experience--any fucking thing. No Holy Grail, No Final Satori, no final solution. Just conflict.
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.
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.
I don’t spot junk neighbourhoods by the way they look, but by the feel, somewhat the same process by which a dowser locates hidden water. I am walking along and suddenly the junk in my cells moves and...
Sodomy is as old as the human species.
That old feeling is still in my leaking heart.
How long does it take man to realize that he cannot want what he wants? You have to live in hell to see heaven.
In deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality.