I had to learn, as I soon did, that one must give up everything and not do anything else but write, that one must writer and write and write, even if everybody in the world advises you against it, even if nobody believes in you.

Why are we so full of restraint? Why do we not give in all directions? Is it fear of losing ourselves? Until we do lose ourselves there is no hope of finding ourselves.

Man has demonstrated that he is master of everything - except his own nature.

But it's just because the chances are all against you, just because there is so little hope, that life is sweet over here.

The cradles of civilization are the putrid sinks of the world.

If men cease to believe that they will one day become gods then they will surely become worms.

What I want is to open up. I want to know what's inside me. I want everybody to open up. I'm like an imbecile with a can opener in his hand, wondering where to begin-- to open up the earth. I know that underneath the mess everything is marvelous. I'm sure of it.