I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness.

Every word I say has chains round its ankles; every thought I think is weighted with heavy weights.

that expression you get in your eyes when you are very tired and everything is like a dream and you are starting to know what things are like underneath what people say they are.

All of a writer that matters is in the book or books. It is idiotic to be curious about the person.

I am the only real truth I know.

very few people change after well say seven or seventeen. Not really. They get more this or more that and of course look a bit different. But inside they are the same.

Blot out the moon, Pull down the stars. Love in the dark, for we're for the dark So soon, so soon.