I love her and she loves me, and we hate each other with a wild hatred born of love.

Life is not so idiotically mathematical that only the big eat the small; it is just as common for a bee to kill a lion or at least to drive it mad.

Sometimes not seeing things can be a blessing.

Society is a madhouse whose wardens are the officials and the police.

Everything can happen, everything is possible and probable. Time and place do not exist; on a significant bases of reality, the imagination spins, weaving new patterns; a mixture of memories, experiences, free fancies, incongruities and improvisations.

There comes a moment... When imagination gives out and Reality leaps forth. It is frightful!

[My characters are] conglomerations of past and present stages of civilization, bits from books and newspapers, scraps of humanity, rags and tatters of fine clothing, patched together as is the human soul