Whenever you do something that is not aligned with the yearning or your soul—you create suffering.

The inner chambers of the soul are like the photographer's darkroom. Like a laboratory. One cannot stay there all the time or it becomes the solitary cell of the neurotic.

To mistake ugliness for reality is one of the frauds of the realistic school [of writing]. A hunger for the unknown and an aspiration toward beauty were inseparable from civilization. In America the word art was distorted to mean artificial.

I don't wish power, only art -art and passion.

When you possess light within, you see it externally.

There is no denying that we are suffering from a collective neurosis and the novel which does not face this is not a novel of our time.

When I am most deeply rooted, I feel the wildest desire to uproot myself.