I don't like jeans with holes in 'em. I like 'em faded.
Facts can't be recounted; much less twice over, and far less still by different persons. I've already drummed that thoroughly into your head.
To write does not mean to convert the real into words but to make the power of the word real.
Man is an idiot. He doesn't know how to do anything without copying, without imitating, without plagiarizing, without aping. It might even have been that man invented generation by coitus after seeing the grasshopper copulate.
In all nations an exceptional man exists that compensates the deficiencies of the remainder. In those moments, when humanity is found collectively in a state of decadence, there always remain those exceptional beings as point of reference.
There is always time to take more time.
Forms disappear, words remain, to signify the impossible.
I've found that you don't need to wear a necktie if you can hit.
All I wanted, even when I hated you most, was some poor, barren, parched excuse to love you. But you only gave me riddles.
I have a calling in my soul, if you like, to try to make my life in some way worthwhile. What is the value of my existence?
Now, we live in an age where we have so much information that we do tend to overload. The Greeks did too, though.