- My whole life is like a picture of a sunny day.
I sing the body electric, and
I have bare feet.
I've fallen in deep, slow silent sleep.
Why do the nations so furiously rage together?
So as not to feel time's horrible burden, one which breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without cease.
But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
Is clear in his mind,
But his soul is mad.
-Photojournalist, Apocalypse Now
"Be regular and ordinary in your habits, like a petit bourgeois, so you may be violent and original in your [art]."