“back home.. the tablecloth of civilization makes us forget the already painted pine it covers! ([50], Zenith trans.)”
“Ah, what a morning this is, awakening me to life's stupidity. [98 - Zenith trans.]”
“This little boy playing next to me is an intellectual mass of cells - better yet, he's a clockwork of subatomic movements, a strange electrical conglomeration of millions of solar systems in minature. [58, Zenith trans.]”
“I mean asscrown. The crown on top of the asshat that covers the asshole of the assclown. The very zenith in the hierarchy of asses.”
“I believe this country has already been painted by the hand of God. We can cover it over with our own creations, but it will merely mar what is already perfect”
“I realized that the longing for art, like the longing for love, is a malady that blinds us, and makes us forget the things we already know, obscuring reality.”