Our gods are here, below, with us---in the office, the kitchen, the workshop, the toilet; the gods have become like us. Ergo, we have become as gods.

How do you know nonsense isn't a good thing? if human nonsense had been nurtured and developed for centuries, just as intelligence has, then perhaps something extraordinarily previous could have come from it.

And tomorrow... what? Nobody knows. You understand? Neither I nor anyone else knows. It's unknown. You understand it's come to an end, everything that was known? Now it'll be new, never before seen or imagined.

All women are lips, nothing but lips. Some pink, firmly round---a ring, a tender protection against the whole world. But these: a second ago they did not exist, and now--a knife slit--and the sweet blood will drip down.

Ora o conhecimento de si, o reconhecimento da própria individualidade só o têm o olho onde acaba de cair um cisco, o dedo esfolado, o dente dolorido. Quando sãos, o olho, o dedo, o dente não têm existência alguma. Não prova isto claramente que a consciência de si é de facto uma doença?

Do enamorado sussuro das ondas, nós extraímos eletricidade; dessa fera brava que se desfaz em espuma fizemos um animal doméstico e, pelo mesmo método, domesticamos e submetemos o elemento bárbaro da poesia. Doravante, a poesia não é já o imperdoável trinado do rouxinol; a poesia é um serviço estatal, a poesia é utilidade.

This woman was just as irritating to me as an irrational term that accidently creeps into your equation and can't be factored out.

The function of man's highest faculty, his reason, consists precisely of the continuous limitation of infinity, the breaking up of infinity into convenient, easily digestible portions.

And, like children, you will swallow without protest everything bitter I shall give you only when it is carefully coated with the thick syrup of adventure.