But I like the feel of men on things, while they're alive. There's a feel of men about trucks, because they've been handled with men's hands, all of them.

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 cannot get any sense of an enemy - only of a disaster.

Consciousness is an end in itself. We torture ourselves getting somewhere, and when we get there it is nowhere, for there is nowhere to get to.

The true artist doesn't substitute immorality for morality. On the contrary, he always substitutes a finer morality for a grosser one.

I believe the nearest I've come to perfect love was with a young coal-miner when I was about 16.

Shall I tell you what you have that other men don't?.... It's the courage of your own tenderness.