“Chaos is the score upon which reality is written.”

“When into the womb of time everything is again withdrawn chaos will be restored and chaos is the score upon which reality is written.”

“Everyone has his own reality in which, if one is not too cautious, timid or frightened, one swims. This is the only reality there is.”

“The wallpaper with which the men of science have covered the world of reality is falling to tatters. The grand whorehouse which they have made of life requires no decoration; it is essential that only the drains function adequately. Beauty, that feline beauty that has us by the balls in America, is finished.”

“Once you have given up the ghost, everything follows with dead certainty, even in the midst of chaos.”

“Chaos is een woord dat we hebben uitgevonden voor een orde die we niet begrijpen.”

“What I really hoped for, no doubt, was to come upon one of those lives which begin nowhere, which lead us through marshes and salt flats, trickling away, seemingly without plan, purpose or goal, and suddenly emerge, gushing like geysers, and never cease gushing, even in death.”