There is the first satisfaction of arranging it on a bit of paper; after many, many false tries, false moves, finally you have the sentence you recognize as the one you are looking for.
It is a singular reaction, this sitting still and writing, writing, writing, or ruminating at length, which is much the same, really.
Genius is finding the invisible link between things.
My loathings are simple: stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music.
Life is just one small piece of light between two eternal darknesses.
Some might think that the creativity, imagination, and flights of fancy that give my life meaning are insanity.
In and out of my heart flowed my rainbow blood.
A change of environment is the traditional fallacy upon which doomed loves, and lungs, rely.
The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.
My God died young. Theolatry i found Degrading, and its premises, unsound. No free man needs God; but was I free?
The nostalgia I have been cherishing all these years is a hypertrophied sense of lost childhood, not sorrow for lost banknotes.
I cannot conceive how anybody in his right mind should go to a psychoanalyst.
Who can say what heartbreaks are caused in a dog by our discontinuing a romp?
I do not see any essential difference between abstract and primitive art. Both are simple and sincere. Naturally, we should not generalize in these matters: It is the individual artist that counts.
Although I do not care for the slogan “art for art’s sake”, there can be no question that what makes a work of fiction safe from larvae and rust is not its social importance but its art, only its art.
At eight, he had once told his mother that he wanted to paint air.
I shall continue to exist. I may assume other disguises, other forms, but I shall try to exist.
I am sufficiently proud of my knowing something to be modest about my not knowing all.
You know, what’s so dreadful about dying is that you are completely on your own.
I am sentimental,’ she said. ‘I could dissect a koala but not its baby. I like the words damozel, eglantine, elegant. I love when you kiss my elongated white hand.