“Words are loneliness.”

“An artist is always alone - if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.”

“In the beginning was the Word... Whatever this was, the Word, disease or creation, it was still running rampant; it would run on and on, outstrip time and space, outlast the angels, unseat God, unhook the universe. Any word contained all words - for him who had become detached through love or sorrow or whatever the cause. In every word the current ran back to the beginning which was lost and which would never be found again since there was neither beginning nor end but only that which expressed itself in beginning and end.”

“Confusion is a word we have invented for an order which is not understood.”

“The truly great writer does not want to write: he wants the world to be a place in which he can life the life of the imagination. The first quivering word he puts to paper is the word of the wounded angel: pain.”

“This is not a book, in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of Art…”

“The worst sin that can be committed against the artist is to take him at his word, to see in his work a fulfillment instead of an horizon.”