It is terribly hard to be married, harder than anything. I think one has to be an angel.

I hated her now with a hatred more fatal than indifference because it was the other side of love.

[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

I, too, am beginning to feel an immense need to become a savage and create a new world.

I dream, therefore I exist.

What is economics? A science invented by the upper class in order to acquire the fruits of the labor of the underclass

Growing old-it's not nice, but it's interesting.