I can’t let you go now. I want to go places with you; obscure little places, just to be able to say: here I came with her.

Adolescence is like cactus.

Also, I do not like the companionship of women. They are petty and personal. They hang on to their mysteries and secrets, they act and pretend. I like the character of men better.

He does not need opium. He has the gift of reverie.

Houses turn to corpses overnight when we cease to live and love in them.

There are books which we read early in life, which sink into our consciousness and seem to disappear without leaving a trace. And then one day we find, in some summing-up of our life and put attitudes towards experience, that their influence has been enormous.

Convalescence. Such an utter weakness that you lie like an animal hibernating, playing possum. You float. You are adrift. Every current is stronger than you.