The monster I kill every day is the monster of realism. The monster who attacks me every day is destruction. Out of the duel comes the transformation. I turn destruction into creation over and over again.

We cannot cure the evils of politics with politics.

When others asked the truth of me, I was convinced it was not the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could bear to live with.

A man who lives unrelated to other human beings dies. But a man who lives unrelated to himself also dies.

Memory is a great betrayer.

To mistake ugliness for reality is one of the frauds of the realistic school [of writing]. A hunger for the unknown and an aspiration toward beauty were inseparable from civilization. In America the word art was distorted to mean artificial.

He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.