America hates the artist. It will not admit: the artist is my soul and I want to kill off my soul.

I spell 'god' with a small 'g' because I do not believe in him, but I love to swear by him.

gold never comes to the dreamers - except in dreams.

... America is the greatest humiliator in existence. It is always cultivating the power you get from humiliating others.

Nothing endures unless it has first been transposed into a myth, and the great advantage of myths is that they are ladies with portable roots.

[On Paris:] A city never entirely known, yet which gives you the feeling of intimacy, of possessing it intimately.

Dreams are necessary to life.