A flat black bug, that is London.

I am the Empire at the end of the decadence.

Here are fruits, flowers, leaves and branches, and here is my heart which beats only for you.

The poet is a madman lost in adventure.

Music before all else, and for that choose the irregular, which is vaguer and melts better into the air.

Tears fall in my heart As tears fall on the town.

La musique avant toute chose.

A poem is really a kind of machine for producing the poetic state by means of words.

Take eloquence and wring its neck.

Prends l'e loquence et tords-lui son cou! Take eloquence and break its neck!

A vast black sleep falls over my life sleep, all hope sleep, all desire.

Thankfulness opens the door and ushers in peace and joy like a blessed breeze on a hot and humid Louisiana summer day.

I Only Speak in Blood. . .

Bad philosophers may have a certain influence; good philosophers, never.

The politically correct crowd is tolerant of all viewpoints, except those they disagree with.

What we call normal may be the psycho-pathology of the average.

Any rapidly enacted episode. . .should be seen through only one pair of eyes.

You have to specialize the product.

Any time we are answer-driven rather than idea driven, we have lost the true meaning of education.

Sometimes, I even learn new techniques from my students. Although I am still a student at the Art Institute, I think that I have learnt a lot from the classes that I have already taken.

If I can get them to think, get them to feel, get them to see, then I've done about all that I can as a teacher.