An illusion which is a real experience is worth having.

America does to me what I knew it would do: it just bumps me. The people charge at you like trucks coming down on you -- no awareness. But one tries to dodge aside in time. Bump! bump! go the trucks. And that is human contact.

There is a sixth sense, the natural religious sense, the sense of wonder.

Poe tried alcohol, and any drug he could lay his hands on. He also tried any human being he could lay his hands on.

They wanted genuine intimacy, but they could not get even normally near to anyone, because they scorned to take the first steps, they scorned the triviality which forms common human intercourse.

The cruelest thing a man can do to a woman is to portray her as perfection.

Money is our madness, our vast collective madness.