Dying can’t be all that difficult, up to now everyone has managed to do it.

Every moment of one's existence one is growing into more or retreating into less. One is always living a little more or dying a little bit.

The platitude turned on its head is still a platitude

Hip is the sophistication of the wise primitive in a giant jungle.

I think it's bad to talk about one's present work, for it spoils something at the root of the creative act. It discharges the tension.

The natural role of twentieth-century man is anxiety.