My trunk, valises and my mind are overpacked.

Out of the red and silver and the long cry of alarm to the poet who survives in all human beings, as the child survives in him; to this poet she threw an unexpected ladder in the middle of the city and ordained, 'Climb!

I am only responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing my darling. Only a fool would give out such a vital organ

To commit suicide is easy. To live without a god is more difficult. The drunkenness of triumph is greater than the drunkenness of sacrifice.

Hollywood is a mirage factory.

But the artist persists because he has the will to create, and this is the magic power which can transform and transfigure and transpose and which will ultimately be transmitted to others.

You cannot save people. You can only love them.