Some people feed you with love.

The trouble with forgiveness is that some people don't want to be forgiven.

I have to get out once a week and speak with people or I start thinking I'm the emperor of Abyssinia.

I'd defend the right for any novelist to experiment with form or language, but if people don't take to it, don't react by making out that they are thick.

The overintellectualization of surrealism can be a bromide. A dream interpreted is a deflated dream.

What I mean is this: you meet someone, you think about them. You're already changing because of the way you think about them. You meet them again, you think about them some more, you're changing again. And on it goes. You are changing right now. Before my eyes.

Repression in the human psyche is tightly bundled. When it has been pulled out of the sprung package so often it is perhaps difficult to push it back in the box.