Between incomprehensible and incoherent sits the madhouse. I am not in the madhouse.

In my medicine cabinet, the winter fly has died of old age.

I have been writing my heart out all my life, but only getting a living out of it now.... ... it's not a question of the merit of art, but a question of spontaneity and sincerity and joy I say. I would like everybody in the world to tell his full life confession and tell it his own way and then we'd have something to read in our old age.

I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.

the golden eternity is { }

Contrary to the general belief about photography, you don't need bright sunlight: the best moodiest pictures are taken in the dim light of almost dusk, or of rainy days.

There's wisdom in wine.