It amazes me that you feel that each time you write a story you give away one of your dreams and you feel the poorer for it. But then you have not thought that this dream is planted in others, others begin to live it too, it is shared, it is the beginning of friendship and love. How is this world made which you enjoy, the friends around me that you love? They came because I first gave away my stories.

The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.

Sexual intercourse... a joyous, joyous, joyous, joyous impaling of woman on man's sensual mast.

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.

Anxiety is love's greatest killer, because it is like the stranglehold of the drowning.

I want to do things so wild with you that I don't know how to say them.

We love best those who are, or act for us, a self we do not wish to be or act out.