However contradictory the coroner's report — whether he pronounces Consumption or Loneliness or Suicide to be the cause of death — isn't it plain how the true artist-seer actually dies? I say that the true artist-seer, the heavenly fool who can and does produce beauty, is mainly dazzled to death by his own scruples, the blinding shapes and colors of his own sacred human conscience.

The goddam movies. They can ruin you. I'm not kidding

I don't know what good it is to know so much and be smart as whips and all if it doesn't make you happy.

Your heart, Bessie, is an autumn garage.

I was six when I saw that everything was God, and my hair stood up, and all, Teddy said. It was on a Sunday, I remember. My sister was a tiny child then, and she was drinking her milk, and all of a sudden I saw that she was God and the milk was God. I mean, all she was doing was pouring God into God, if you know what I mean.

That's something that annoys the hell out of me-I mean if somebody says the coffee's all ready and it isn't.

I knew it wasn't too important, but it made me sad anyway.