All growth is a leap in the dark, a spontaneous unpremeditated act without benefit of experience.

Somewhere along the way one discovers that what one has to tell is not nearly so important as the telling itself.

All the lies and evasions by which man has nourished himself civilization, in a word is the fruits of the creative artist. It is the creative nature of man which has refused to let him lapse back into that unconscious unity with life which characterizes the animal world from which he made his escape.

Of course you don't die. Nobody dies. Death doesn't exist. You only reach a new level of vision, a new realm of consciousness, a new unknown world.

To walk in money through the night crowd, protected by money, lulled by money, dulled by money, the crowd itself a money, the breath money, no least single object anywhere that is not money. Money, money everywhere and still not enough! And then no money, or a little money, or less money, or more money but money always money. and if you have money, or you don't have money, it is the money that counts, and money makes money, but what makes money make money?

I don't know whether you've ever had a woman eat an apple while you were doing it. Well, you can imagine how that affects you.

I had a microscopic eye for the blemish, for the grain of ugliness which to me constituted the sole beauty of the object.