Her fluency was marvelous. She would say things at random, intricate, flamelike, or slide off into a parenthetical limbo peppered with fireworks-- admirable linguistic feats which a practiced writer might struggle for hours to achieve.

I demanded a realm in which I should be both master and slave at the same time: The world of art is the only such realm.

Life moves on, whether we act as cowards or heroes. Life has no other discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than to accept life unquestioningly. Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of beauty, joy, and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such

It is with the soul that we grasp the essence of another human being, not with the mind, nor even with the heart.

What holds the world together, as I have learned from bitter experience, is sexual intercourse.

We must get going. Tomorrow, tomorrow.

Day by day. No yesterdays and no tomorrows. The barometer never changes, the flag is always at half-mast.