Voyages are accomplished inwardly.

The most wonderful opportunity which life offers is to be human.

Those who are truly decrepit, living corpses, so to speak, are the middle-aged, middle-class men and woman who are stuck in their comfortable grooves and imagine that the status quo will least forever or else are so frightened it won't, that they have retreated into their mental bomb shelters to wait it out.

For one crime which is expiated in prison ten thousand are committed thoughtlessly by those who condemn.

Forget the books you want to write. Think only of the book you are writing.

She rises up out of a sea of faces and embraces me, embraces me passionately--- a thousand eyes, noses, fingers, legs, bottles, windows, purses, saucers all glaring at us an we in each other's arm oblivious. I sit down beside her and she talks--- a flood of talk. Wild consumptive notes of hysteria, perversion, leprosy. I hear not a word because she is beautiful and I love her and now I am happy and willing to die.

I believe in saying the truth, coming out with it cold, shocking if necessary, not disguising it.