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

I like my human experience served up with a little silence and restraint. Silence makes experience go further and, when it does die, gives it that dignity common to a thing one had touched and not ravished

Dreams have only the pigmentation of fact.

Destiny and history are untidy.

There's something evil in me that loves evil and degradation--purity's black backside! That loves honesty with a horrid love; or why have I always gone seeking it at the liar's door?

No man needs curing of his individual sickness; his universal malady is what he should look to.

I've seen death and I didn't like it.