I must know, he thinks. It must be clear to me. There is a world which is closed to him, a world of shadings, gradations, nuances, and subtleties. He is a genius and yet he is too explicit. June slips between his fingers. You cannot posses without loving.

America hates the artist. It will not admit: the artist is my soul and I want to kill off my soul.

Eroticism is one of the basic means of self-knowledge, as indispensable as poetry.

Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.

A man who lives unrelated to other human beings dies. But a man who lives unrelated to himself also dies.

Memory is a great betrayer.

atrophy of feeling creates criminals.