Our bones ache only while the flesh is on them. Stretch it as thin as the temple flesh of an ailing woman and still it serves to ache the bone and to move the bone about; and in like manner the night is a skin pulled over the head of day that the day may be in a torment. We will find no comfort until the night melts away; until the fury of the night rots out its fire.

New York is the meeting place of the peoples, the only city where you can hardly find a typical American.

One must not look inward too much, while the inside is yet tender. I do not wish to frighten myself until I can stand it.

Dreams have only the pigmentation of fact.

For most people, life is nasty, brutish, and short; for me, it has simply been nasty and brutish.

The truth is how you say it, and to be 'one's self' is the most shocking custom of all.

Life, the permission to know death.