People who shut their eyes to reality simply invite their own destruction.

The male cannot bear very much humiliation; and he really cannot bear it, it obliterates him.

All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story, to vomit the anguish up.

Most of us are about as eager to change as we were to be born, and go through our changes in a similar state of shock.

The determination to outwit one's situation means that one has no models, only object lessons.

If I am not what you say I am, then you are not who you think you are.

One writes out of one thing only - one's own experience. Everything depends on how relentlessly one forces from this experience the last drop, sweet or bitter, it can possibly give. This is the only real concern of the artist, to recreate out of the disorder of life that order which is art.