He loves me, he doesn't love my bowels, if they showed him my appendix in a glass he wouldn't recognize it, he's always feeling me, but if they put the glass in his hands he wouldn't touch it, he wouldn't think, "that's hers," you ought to love all of somebody, the esophagus, the liver, the intestines. Maybe we don't love them because we aren't used to them, but if we saw them the way we saw our hands and arms maybe we'd love them; the starfish must love each other better than we do.

Respectable society believed in God in order to avoid having to speak about him.

Words are loaded pistols.

That God does not exist, I cannot deny, That my whole being cries out for God I cannot forget.

If literature isn't everything, it's not worth a single hour of someone's trouble.

[Contemporary writer] could be a kind of [Samuel] Beckett who would not be felt to be totally committed to despair.

As far as men go, it is not what they are that interests me, but what they can become.