The work of art is always unfaithful to its creator… Art lays at a higher level; it says something more, and almost always, it says something different from what the artist wanted to say.
Category Archive: 1914
I do read everything that we publish. We usually have to have two or three votes for a book before we take it on. So in that sense I suppose it is an orchestra.
The world of crime is a last refuge of the authentic, uncorrupted, spontaneous event.
It is better to entertain an idea than to take it home to live with you for the rest of your life.
It was a world that I wanted to record because it was such a miracle visitation to me.
I don’t know what idiocies drove me in those days, but they were naive, innocent idiocies in many ways.
The most important American addition to the World Experience was the simple surprising fact of America. We have helped prepare mankind for all its later surprises.
Self-discovery is above all the realization that we are alone: it is the opening of an impalpable, transparent wall – that of our consciousness – between the world and ourselves.
Poetry, whatever the manifest content of the poem, is always a violation of the rationalism and morality of bourgeois society.
We go along, without a fixed itinerary, yet at the same time with an end (what end?) in mind, and with the aim of reaching the end. A search for the end, a dread of the end: the obverse and the reverse of the same act.