We sit on the kitchen exchanging these diabolical outgrowths of overfertile minds.

If all of us acted in unison as I act individually there would be no wars and no poverty. I have made myself personally responsible for the fate of every human being who has come my way.

His life rushes onward in such torrential rhythm that...only angels and devils can catch the tempo of it.

Some people read to confirm their own hopelessness. Others read to be rescued from it.

I see enormous loves growing immense and finally crushing me.

Something is always born of excess: great art was born of great terror, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it always balances them.

Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it.