In every living thing there is the desire for love.

Literature is a toil and a snare, a curse that bites deep.

I never know when I sit down, just what I am going to write. I make no plan; it just comes, and I don't know where it comes from.

All that we know is nothing, we are merely crammed wastepaper baskets, unless we are in touch with that which laughs at all our knowing.

I shall always be a priest of love.

Hate's a growing thing like anything else. It's the inevitable outcome of forcing ideas onto life, of forcing one's deepest instincts; our deepest feelings we force according to certain ideas.

If we sip the wine, we find dreams coming upon us out of the imminent night