I do believe in this evolution of consciousness as the only thing which we can embark on, or in fact, willy-nilly, are embarked on; and along with that will go the spiritual discoveries and, I feel, the inexhaustible wonder that one feels, that opens more and more the more you know. It's simply that this increasing knowledge constantly enlarges your kingdom and the capacity for admiring and loving the universe.

He whose first emotion, on the view of an excellent work, is to undervalue or depreciate it, will never have one of his own to show.

The one you love leans forward, smiles, deceives you, Opens a door through which you see dark dreams.

I've tried it long ago, with hashish and peyote. Fascinating, yes, but no good, no. This, as we find in alcohol, is an escape from awareness, a cheat, a momentary substitution, and in the end a destruction of it.

I began by doing book reviews on the typewriter and then went over to short stories on the machine, meanwhile sticking to pencil for poetry.

I'm afraid I wasn't much of a student, but my casual reading was enormous.

I really don't know enough about the structure of fiction.