The problem is that once the rules of art are debunked, and once the unpleasant realities the irony diagnoses are revealed and diagnosed, 'then' what do we do?

I do things like get in a taxi and say, "The library, and step on it.

It can become an exercise in trying to get the reader to like and admire you instead of an exercise in creative art.

One of the things that makes Wittgenstein a real artist to me is that he realized that no conclusion could be more horrible than solipsism.

If your fidelity to perfectionism is too high, you never do anything.

I know I'm paranoid, but am I paranoid enough?

This might be one way to start talking about differences between the early postmodern writers of the fifties and sixties and their contemporary descendants.

How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.

Everybody is identical in their secret unspoken belief that way deep down they are different from everyone else.

In the day-to-day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship.

In reality, there is no such thing as not voting: you either vote by voting, or you vote by staying home and tacitly doubling the value of some Diehard's vote.

As long as man has pride, he will appear unattractive and no one will be attracted to him. He may have a handsome face, his pride makes him unattractive.

I sometimes go for the strongest, most vivid colour on the palette, which in the case of movies is violence.

When no one loves you, you have to pretend that everyone loves you.

Every single American has a voice and ... it ought to be heard in the halls of power every day.

The sage does not strive to be great. Thereby he can accomplish the great.

He hath awakened from the dream of life.

I attempt an arduous task but there is no worth in that which is not a difficult achievement

his thumbs ran over my cheeks. Our foreheads touched. My dreamscape scorched. He set fire to the poppies

My mind works like Google for images. You put in a key word; it brings up pictures.

The first rumors about Zenith came from the Czechoslovakians.