I don't like to see all my energies, all of my youth, wasted in fur coats and radios and slipcovers.

That's the way I remember them, heading for an exit.

What I am going to write is the last of what I have to say. I will say that literature is the only consciousness we possess and that its role as consciousness must inform us of our ability to comprehend the hideous danger of nuclear power.

Then it is dark; it is a night where kings in golden suits ride elephants over the mountains.

I do not understand the capricious lewdness of the sleeping mind.

When I remember my family, I always remember their backs. They were always indignantly leaving places.

I've been homesick for countries I've never been, and longed to be where I couldn't be.