Beauty is like success: we can't love it for long.

Innocence is a kind of insanity

Success is more dangerous than failure, the ripples break over a wider coastline.

Innocence is like a dumb leper who has lost his bell, wandering the world, meaning no harm.

It is the earliest dream that I can remember, earlier than the witch at the corner of the nursery passage, this dream of something outside that has got to come in. The witch, like the masked dancers, has form, but this is simply power, a force exerted on a door, an influence that drifted after me upstairs and pressed against windows.

Who knows whether there may not be a moment in childhood when the world changes forever, like making a face when the clock strikes?

Suffering is not increased by numbers; one body can contain all the suffering the world can feel.