You would not make the act of submission which is the price of sanity.

The artist is to be exempt from the moral laws that are binding on ordinary people. Just pronounce the magic word "Art," and everything is O.K. Rotting corpses with snails crawling over them are O.K.; kicking little girls in the head is O.K.; even a film like L'Age d'Or is O.K.

I have tipped waiters, and I have been tipped by waiters.

[...] you can get anything in this world if you genuinely don't want it.

You had to live - did live, from habit that became instinct - in the assumption that evey sound you made was overheard, and, except in darkness, every moment scrutinized.

You preferred to be a lunatic, a minority of one.

Serious sport is war minus the shooting.