“The press is a mouth forced to be forever open and forever talking. Consequently it says a thousand times that it has nothing to say.”

“My music will go on forever. Maybe it's a fool say that, but when me know facts me can say facts. My music will go on forever.”

“The city, that monster with a hundred mouths and a thousand ears, a monster that knows nothing but says everything, had written me off.”

“Because you can't keep up the illusion forever," I say. "No one has that much magic.”

“Measured against eternity, our time on earth is just a blink of an eye, but the consequences of it will last forever.”

“Nothing has to be true forever. Just for long enough.”

“Who says words in my mouth?
who sees through my eyes?
who hears my voice?
Our soul is from elsewhere,
between going and staying
the moment scatters,
between the appearance
and disappearance of things,
the silent and mysterious force,
we will forever remain an enigma.”

“I wonder how you say goodbye to someone forever?”

“Everybody is forever saying that the essay is dead. This is always said in essays.”

“[E]ven if you do know about art, you can’t talk about it socially… Damien Hirst’s shark was a common talking point for a time, and so will the diamond skull be: for a little more time, perhaps, but not forever. The Botticelli paintings are forever because they aren’t talking points.”