Everything In The World Exists In Order

Paintings Are Painted With Paint, Not With Ideas.

All Thoughts Emit A Throw Of Dice

The World Exists To End Up In A Book.

In A Museum In London There Is An Exhibit Called "the Value Of Man": A Long Coffinlike Box With Lots Of Compartments Where They've Put Starch Phosphorus Flour Bottles Of Water And Alcohol And Big Pieces Of Gelatin. I Am A Man Like That.

Poetry Is The Language Of A State Of Crisis.