God is only a great imaginative experience.

After all, the world is not a stage-not to me: nor a theatre: nor a show-house of any sort. And art, especially novels, are not little theatres where the reader sits aloft and watches...and sighs, commiserates, condones and smiles. That's what you want a book to be: because it leaves you so safe and superior, with your two-dollar ticket to the show. And that's what my books are not and never will be...Whoever reads me will be in the thick of the scrimmage, and if he doesn't like it if he wants a safe seat in the audience-let him read someone else.

You can have your cake and eat it. But my God, it will go rotten inside you.

Who knows the power that Saturn has over us, or Venus? But it is a vital power, rippling exquisitely through us all the time.

Thought is a man in his wholeness, wholly attending.

In my very own self, I am part of my family.

I am convinced that the air we normally breathe is a kind of water, and men and women are a species of fish.