Something in the world forces us to think. This something is an object not of recognition but of a fundamental encounter.

A concept is a brick. It can be used to build a courthouse of reason. Or it can be thrown through the window.

A creator is someone who creates their own impossibilities, and thereby creates possibilities.

Art is not communicative, art is not reflexive. Art, science, philosophy are neither contemplative, neither reflexive, nor communicative. They are creative, that's all.

Intuition is neither a feeling, an inspiration nor a disorderly sympathy but a fully developed method.

Underneath all reason lies delirium and drift.

Images exist; things themselves are images... Images constantly act on and react to one another, produce and consume. There is no difference between images, things and movement.

Writing has nothing to do with meaning. It has to do with landsurveying and cartography, including the mapping of countries yet to come.

It's not easy to see things from the middle, rather than looking down on them from above or up at them from below, or from left to right or right to left: try it, you'll see that everything changes.

A tyrant institutionalises stupidity, but he is the first servant of his own system and the first to be installed within it.

Write, form a rhizome, increase your territory by deterritorialization, extend the line of flight to the point where it becomes an abstract machine covering the entire plane of consistency.

Turn your adversity into building blocks for the palace of your dreams.

Old Glory in her majesty has so many promises in her wave that we have no choice but to keeping pledging and waving right back!

Love is the law, love under will.

My greatest fear is failure.

We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges.

The boss depends on authority; the leader on goodwill.

We're all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it, that's all.

The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs thro' the arched roof in words deceiving.

Ten geographers who think the world is flat will tend to reinforce each other's errors ... Only a sailor can set them straight.

The mute grain turns to love songs when swallowed by the nightingale.