What can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it, conceal it, bury it where I may never lose it? I want to kneel as it falls over me like rain, gather it up with lace and silk, and press it over myself again.

perhaps the only magician we have is the artist.

The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.

[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.

The dangerous time when mechanical voices, radios, telephones, take the place of human intimacies, and the concept of being in touch with millions brings a greater and greater poverty in intimacy and human vision.

To write is to descend, to excavate, to go underground.

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