How hard, how desperately hard, is the way of the experimenter in art!
You are ice and fire the touch of you burns my hands like snow.
Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know.
Don’t ask a writer what he’s working on. It’s like asking someone with cancer on the progress of his disease.
A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men.
All books are either dreams or swords, you can cut, or you can drug, with words.