Books and doors are the same thing. You open them, and you go through into another world.

Long looking at paintings is equivalent to being dropped into a foreign city, where gradually, out of desire and despair, a few key words, then a little syntax make a clearing in the silence. Art... is a foreign city, and we deceive ourselves when we think it familiar... We have to recognize that the language of art, all art, is not our mother-tongue.

Anything outside marriage seems like freedom and excitement.

You cannot disown what is yours. Flung out, there is always the return, the reckoning, the revenge, perhaps the reconciliation. There is always the return.

Any measurement must take into account the position of the observer. There is no such thing as measurement absolute, there is only measurement relative.

If I can't stay where I am, and I can't, then I will put all that I can into the going.

Memory loss is one way of coping with damage.