I don't tell the truth any more to those who can't make use of it. I tell it mostly to myself, because it always changes me.

Good things happen to those who hustle.

I want to fall in love in such a way that the mere sight of a man, even a block away from me, will shake and pierce me, will weaken me, and make me tremble and soften and melt.

Creation which cannot express itself becomes madness.

I looked upon a clock to find the truth. The hours were passing like ivory chess figures, striking piano notes, and the minutes raced on wires mounted like tin soldiers. Hours like tall ebony women with gongs between their legs, tolling continuously so that I could not count them. I heard the rolling of my heart-beats; I heard the footsteps of my dreams, and the beat of time was lost among them like the face of truth.

If a person continues to see giants, it means he is still looking at the world through the eyes of a child.

To lie, of course, is to engender insanity.