All great art contains an element of the irrational.

Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home. It is no season in which to wander the world as if one were the wind blowing aimlessly along the streets without a place to rest, without food, and without time meaning anything to one, just as time means nothing to the wind.

I am patient with stupidity but not with those who are proud of it.

My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence.

I am not eccentric. It's just that I am more alive than most people. I am an unpopular electric eel set in a pond of goldfish.

When we think of cruelty, we must try to remember the stupidity, the envy, the frustration from which it has arisen.

All great poetry is dipped in the dyes of the heart.