Never presume yours is a better morality.

So much in writing depends on the superficiality of one's days. One may be preoccupied with shopping and income tax returns and chance conversations, but the stream of the unconscious continues to flow undisturbed, solving problems, planning ahead: one sits down sterile and dispirited at the desk, and suddenly the words come as though from the air: the situations that seemed blocked in a hopeless impasse move forward: the work has been done while one slept or shopped or talked with friends.

It's a pity people pick and choose what they learn from the Bible.

I had never known her before and I had never loved her so much. The more we know the more we love, I thought.

Friendship is something in the soul. It is a thing one feels. It is not a return for something.

Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation.

Heresy is only another word for freedom of thought.