What was the point in such loneliness among people. At least if you were by yourself, you had a good reason to be lonely.

If evil means to be self-motivated, to be the center of one’s own universe, to live on one’s own terms, then every artist, every thinker, every original mind, is evil.

What can I say about life? Do I praise it for letting you live, or damn it for allowing the rest?

The cake had a trick candle that wouldn't go out, so I didn't get my wish. Which was just that it would always be like this, that my life could be a party just for me.

Who can judge another man's suffering?

But I knew one more thing. That people w ho denied who they were or where they had been were in the greatest danger.

Remember...we don't see objects, we see light. [...] Light can do anything water can do--flow, wash, trickle. It can do anything an artist can do--paint, burnish, carve. Candlelight falls, licks a face. There is always light in a room.