Poets Don't Finish Poems, They Abandon Them.

Every Soul Is A Melody Which Needs Renewing.

In A Museum In London There Is An Exhibit Called "the Value Of Man": A Long Coffinlike Box With Lots Of Compartments Where They've Put Starch Phosphorus Flour Bottles Of Water And Alcohol And Big Pieces Of Gelatin. I Am A Man Like That.

Paintings Are Painted With Paint, Not With Ideas.

The World Exists To End Up In A Book.

All Thoughts Emit A Throw Of Dice