What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.

I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo

To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.

I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.

How can one better magnify the Almighty than by sniggering with him at his little jokes, particularly the poorer ones.

Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and them look down and hear me, that might take some of the shine off their bliss.

Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world.