There is a fissure in my vision and madness will always rush through.

The secret of joy is the mastery of pain.

Some people read to confirm their own hopelessness. Others read to be rescued from it.

I have this weird obsession about buying books and looking at them with a smile, even if I won't read them soon. At least they are mine now.

Stations and airports are rehearsals for separations by death.

I believe that men are generally still a little afraid of the dark though the witches are all hung, and Christianity and candles have been introduced.

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.