One must be thrust out of a finished cycle in life, and that leap is the most difficult to make - to part with one's faith, one's love, when one would prefer to renew the faith and recreate the passion.

the cynic is a coward. He foresees all barrenness so that barrenness can never surprise him.

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

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

Memory is a great betrayer.

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

To withhold from living is to die ... the more you give of yourself to life the more life nourishes you.