Reading a book is like re-writing it for yourself. You bring to a novel, anything you read, all your experience of the world. You bring your history and you read it in your own terms.

The clown may be the source of mirth, but - who shall make the clown laugh?

I haven't changed much, over the years. I use less adjectives, now, and have a kinder heart, perhaps.

Moonlight, white satin, roses. A bride.

I see her as a series of marvellous shapes formed at random in the kaleidoscope of desire.

To pin your hopes upon the future is to consign those hopes to a hypothesis, which is to say, a nothingness. Here and now is what we must contend with.

we must not blame our poor symbols if they take forms that seem trivial to us, or absurd, ... however paltry they may be; the nature of our life alone has determined their forms.