But no artist, I now realize, can be satisfied with art alone. There is a natural craving for recognition which cannot be gain-said.

I'm afraid of death... Yes, but that doesn't stop death coming.

The truth, however ugly in itself, is always curious and beautiful to seekers after it.

I often wonder why the whole world is so prone to generalise. Generalisations are seldom if ever true and are usually utterly inaccurate.

For in the long run, either through a lie, or through truth, people were bound to give themselves away.

One must make one's own mistakes

There is something about conscious tact that is very irritating.