4 Quotes by Alexander Trocchi

No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake....

All great art, and today all great artlessness, must appear extreme to the mass of men, as we know them today. It springs from the anguish of great souls. From the souls of men not formed, but deformed in factories whose inspiration is pelf.

I’ve shed my own skin and merged into the fog.

No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake...