We re all muddlers. The thing is to see is when one's got to stop muddling.

Nothing is more maddening than being questioned by the object of one's interest about the object of hers, should that object not be you.

My heart was beating like an army on the march.

The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart.

We need a moral philosophy which can speak significantly of Freud and Marx and out of which aesthetic and political views can be generated. We need a moral philosophy in which the concept of love, so rarely mentioned now, can once again be made central.

I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.

Every artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.