I never made a decision in my life that wasn't one hundred per cent selfish.

The first breath of adultery is the freest; after it, constraints aping marriage develop.

There is no doubt that I have lots of words inside me; but at moments, like rush-hour traffic at the mouth of a tunnel, they jam.

To be a human being is to be in a state of tension between your appetites and your dreams, and the social realities around you and your obligations to your fellow man.

Hope bases vast premises on foolish accidents, and reads a word where in fact only a scribble exists.

American art in general... takes to surreal exaggerations and metaphors; but its Puritan work ethic has little use for the playful self-indulgence behind Parisian Surrealism.

From infancy on, we are all spies; the shame is not this but that the secrets to be discovered are so paltry and few.