«There is nothing in the world more stubborn than a corpse: you can hit it, you can knock it to pieces, but you cannot convince it.»

«Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk»

«The ''Green-eyed Monster'' causes much woe, but the absence of this ugly serpent argues the presence of a corpse whose name is Eros.»

«The missionary is no longer a man, a conscience. He is a corpse, in the hands of a confraternity, without family, without love, without any of the sentiments that are dear to us. Emasculated, in a sense, by his vow of chastity, he offers us the distressing spectacle of a man deformed and impotent or engaged in a stupid and useless struggle with the sacred needs of the flesh, a struggle which, seven times out of ten, leads him to sodomy, the gallows, or prison.»

«You are a little soul carrying around a corpse.»

«?The whitest white dipped in clinging dirt. Another summer has thrown its corpse on my floor. The streets have given birth to even more strangers. Rivers of urine stripe the sidewalks. It rained the other day and the only thing that occurred to me was it would wash the smell away for a few days. Tonight is the first hot night. Outside my window, the human noise factor is intense. It?s past midnight. They talk too much. They scream liquor-fueled idiot chatter. I pull away and close the door. I think about how it?s all going to play out. How much time people spend trying to get across to each other, trying to clear their names. Trying to overturn the charges brought against them. I have decided to tell them that it?s all true and not seek a fair trial. It?s the only way to be free. Stop trying to matter. I could get my body tattooed with air-colored ink and walk invisibly amongst them. I have heard people say that they felt closer to their parents after they have died. Maybe if I treat people as if they were dead, I could get along with them better. I want to be able to like living people somehow. As it is now, they?re I best coming through speakers or trapped between book covers. Here I go into the heat. Four months as a human anvil.?»

«When a man has lost all happiness, he's not alive. Call him a breathing corpse.»

«That corpse you planted last year in your garden, / Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?»

«Without tradition, art is a flock of sheep without a shepherd. Without innovation, it is a corpse.»