...the power-loving temperament is more dangerous when it either prefers or is forced to operate in what is materially a void. Wehave everything to dread from the dispossessed.

It is in this unearthly first hour of spring twilight that earth's almost agonized livingness is most felt. This hour is so dreadful to some people that they hurry indoors and turn on the lights.

memory is to love what the saucer is to the cup.

The paradox of romantic love -- that what one possesses, one can no longer desire -- was at work.

Everything is very quiet, the streets are never crowded, and the people one dislikes are out of town.

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

The importance to the writer of first writing must be out of all proportion of the actual value of what is written.