The same chemicals were used in the cooking as were used on the composition of her own being: only those which caused the most violent reaction, contradiction, and teasing, the refusal to answer questions but the love of putting them, and all the strong spices of human relationship which bore a relation to black pepper, paprika, soybean sauce, ketchup and red peppers.

I can elect something I love and absorb myself in it.

When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow.

A big enough artist, I say, can eat anything, must eat everything and then alchemize it. Only the feeble writer is afraid of expansion.

Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.

The woman will sit eternally in the tall black armchair. I will be the one woman you will never have...excessive living weighs down the imagination: we will not live, we will only write and talk to swell the sails.

The value of the personal relationship to all things is that it creates intimacy and intimacy creates understanding and understanding creates love.