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

Jealousy, you know, is usually not an affair of causes. It is much more-how shall I say?-fundamental than that. Based on the knowledge that one's love is not returned. And so one goes on waiting, watching, expecting...that the loved one will turn to someone else.

Desperate ills need desperate remedies.

If we seek to keep the past alive, we end, I think, by distorting it.

The amount of missing girls I've had to trace and their family and their friends always say the same thing. 'She was a bright and affectionate disposition and had no men friends'. That's never true. It's unnatural. Girls ought to have men friends. If not, then there's something wrong about them.

Beastly things, teeth. Give us trouble from the cradle to the grave.

A weak man in a corner is more dangerous than a strong man.