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

Until we accept the fact that life itself is founded in mystery, we shall learn nothing.

There are only three things to be done with a woman. You can love her, suffer for her, or turn her into literature.

Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate, or despise, serves to defeat us in the end.

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

Do anything, but let it produce joy. Do anything, but let it yield ecstasy.

The tragedy of it is that nobody sees the look of desperation on my face. Thousands and thousands of us, and we're passing one another without a look of recognition.