The one who travels like a lover searching for a new passion is suddenly blessed with new eyes, new ears, new senses.

[in the]..curious way that my idealism has been mixed with my fatalism, so that I can possess the soul of a dreamer and that of a cynic at the same time......I possess a power of magic...[to] destroy the balance of a well-designed destiny with my diabolical mind.

Where the myth fails, human love begins. Then we love a human being, not our dream, but a human being with flaws.

Death from disillusion is not instantaneous, and there are no mercy killers for the disillusioned.

The softness of the summer day like an ermine paw.

the cynic is a coward. He foresees all barrenness so that barrenness can never surprise him.

I miss the animal buoyancy of New York, the animal vitality. I did not mind that it had no meaning and no depth.