Chicago was a town where nobody could forget how the money was made. It was picked up from floors still slippery with blood.

The platitude turned on its head is still a platitude

Hip is the sophistication of the wise primitive in a giant jungle.

I think it's bad to talk about one's present work, for it spoils something at the root of the creative act. It discharges the tension.

The natural role of twentieth-century man is anxiety.

Revolutions are the periods of history when individuals count most.