I and my public understand each other very well: it does not hear what I say, and I don't say what it wants to hear |
If the reporter has killed our imagination with his truth, he threatens our life with his lies. |
In these great times which I knew when they were this small; which will become small again, provided they have time left for it in these times in which things are happening that could not be imagined and in which what can no longer be imagined must happen, for if one could imagine it, it would not happen; in these serious times which have died laughing at the thought that they might become serious; which, surprised by their own tragedy, are reaching for diversion and, catching themselves red-handed, are groping for words... in these times you should not expect any words of my own from me -- none but these words which barely manage to prevent silence from being misinterpreted. |
Intercourse with a woman is sometimes a satisfactory substitute for masturbation. But it takes a lot of imagination to make it work. |
It is the style of idealism to console itself for the loss of something old with the ability to gape at something new. |
Jealousy is a dog's bark which attracts thieves |
Journalist: a person without any ideas but with an ability to express them; a writer whose skill is improved by a deadline: the more time he has, the worse he writes. |
Journalists write because they have nothing to say, and have something to say because they write. |
Language is the mother of thought, not its handmaiden |
Love between sexes is a sin in theology, a forbidden intercourse in jurisprudence, a mechanical insult in medicine, and a subject philosophy has no time for. |
Matrimony is the union of meanness and martyrdom |
Morality is a venereal disease. Its primary stage is called virtue; its secondary stage, boredom; its tertiary stage, syphilis. |
My unconscious knows more about the consciousness of the psychologist than his consciousness knows about my unconscious |
News reports stand up as people, and people wither into editorials. Clichés walk around on two legs while men are having theirs shot off. |
Newspapers have roughly the same relationship to life as fortune-tellers to metaphysics |