“Whatever inspiration is, it’s born from a continuous “I don’t know.”

Whether you want it or not, your genes have a political past, your skin a political tone. your eyes a political color. You walk with political steps on political ground.

I slide my arm from under the sleeper’s head and it is numb, full of swarming pins, on the tip of each, waiting to be counted, the fallen angels sit.

I like being near the top of a mountain. One can’t get lost here.

I’m old-fashioned and think that reading books is the most glorious pastime that humankind has yet devised.

They say the first love’s most important. That’s very romantic, but not my experience.

No day copies yesterday, no two nights will teach what bliss is in precisely the same way, with precisely the same kisses.

What does the world get from two people/who exist in a world of their own?

Generally speaking, life is so rich and full of variety; you have to remember all the time that there is a comical side to everything.

I cannot imagine any writer who would not fight for his peace and quiet.

I’m working on the world, revised, improved edition, featuring fun for fools blues for brooders, combs for bald pates, tricks for old dogs.

There’s simply too much fuss about myself.

Animals don’t even try to look any different from what nature intended. They humbly wear their shells, scales, spines, plumes, pelts, and down. The conscious impulse to change one’s appearance is found only among humans.

Such certainty is beautiful, but uncertainty is more beautiful still.

Even the worst book can give us something to think about.

Loveless work, boring work, work valued only because others haven’t got even that much, however loveless and boring – this is one of the harshest human miseries.

And whatever I do will become forever what I’ve done.

Your love has rebirthed me.

I was born from nature therefore, I am art.

Extreme hopes are born from extreme misery.

We are all born free and spend a lifetime becoming slaves to our own false truths.

Creativity is born from you.

This is my soul skin. Born from the dust, blooming from within.

I am filled with mirth at my own rebirth.

If tomorrow starts without me, let it be known I was born to be free.