Never to lie is to have no lock on your door, you are never wholly alone.

Exhibitionism and a nervous wish for concealment, for anonymity, thus battle inside the buyer of any piece of clothing.

Illusions are art, for the feeling person, and it is by art that we live, if we do.

Nothing arrives on paper as it started, and so much arrives that never started at all. To write is always to rave a little-even if one did once know what one meant

All your youth you want to have your greatness taken for granted; when you find it taken for granted, you are unnerved.

What I have found is, anything one keeps hidden should now and then be hidden somewhere else.

... love dreads being isolated, being left to speak in a void -- at the beginning it would often rather listen than speak.