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

Things is very primitive in the jungle - no place to shit, sleep on the ground like an animal, eat out of cans, no place to take a bath or nothing, clothes is all rotting off.

The platitude turned on its head is still a platitude

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.

Revolutions are the periods of history when individuals count most.