I gave up visiting my psychoanalyst because he was meddling too much in my private life.
You take it for granted that I am in something that I want to get out of.
The work of a writer, his continuing work, depends for breath of life on a certain privacy of heart.
The world is a funny paper read backwards. And that way it isn’t so funny.
Revolution begins in putting on bright colors.
I wrote because I had to. I couldn’t stop. There wasn’t anything else I could do. If no one ever bought anything, anything I ever did, I’d still be writing. It’s beyond a compulsion.
The helpless can’t help the helpless.
Mexico is the front door to South America – and the back door to the states...
I respect a person that has had to fight and howl for his decency.
If people behaved in the same way nations do they would all be put in straitjackets.
Kenneth Hari does not paint portraits as they are but as he is. I feel he is hiding something from me. To board a train into his mind would give me a ride into dark adventure.
If you can’t be yourself, what’s the point of being anyone else?
We lose the magic whenever we stop telling our story and begin to wonder how we’re doing, if we’re selling it, if the listener likes us. Just tell the story and go on to the next one. All of us are full of stories the world might want to hear.
Marriage is an economic arrangement in many ways, let’s face it.
It is planned speeches that contain lies or dissimulations, not what you blurt out so spontaneously in one instant.
Only animals have to satisfy instincts! Surely your aims are somewhat higher than theirs! Than monkeys! Pigs!
Nothing human disgusts me unless it’s unkind.
All my life I have been haunted by the obsession that to desire a thing or to love a thing intensely is to place yourself in a vulnerable position, to be a possible, if not a probable, loser of what you most want. Let’s leave it like that.
Why is it so damn hard for people to talk?
There are no ‘good’ or ‘bad’ people. Some are a little better or a little worse, but all are activated more by misunderstanding than malice. A blindness to what is going on in each other’s hearts...