Morality in the novel is the trembling instability of the balance. When the novelist puts his thumb in the scale, to pull down the balance to his own predilection, that is immorality.

If I take my whole, passionate, spiritual and physical love to the woman who in return loves me, that is how I serve God. And my hymn and my game of joy is my work.

Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot.

When each thing is unique in itself, there can be no comparison made.... There is only this strange recognition of present otherness.

One should stick by one's soul, and by nothing else. In one's soul, one knows the truth from the untruth, and life from death. And if one betrays one's own soul-knowledge one is the worst of traitors.

Never trust the teller, trust the tale.

Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.