She is sighing deeply now with sympathy and delight - the delight of an addict when someone else admits he's hooked, too.

Horror is always aware of its cause; terror never is. That is precisely what makes terror terrifying.

We live in stirring times- tea-stirring times.

One should never write down or up to people, but out of yourself.

I am a camera with its shutter open, quite passive, recording, not thinking. Recording the man shaving at the window opposite and the woman in the kimono washing her hair. Some day, all this will have to be developed, carefully printed, fixed.

His life has been lived, so far, within narrow limits and he is quite naïve about most kinds of experience; he fears it and yet is wildly eager for it. To reassure himself, he converts it into epic myth as fast as it happens. He is forever play-acting.

We must remember that nothing in this world really belongs to us. At best, we are merely borrowers.