So plant your own gardens and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

I have committed the worst of sins one can commit... I have not been happy.

Every writer creates his own precursors. His work modifies our conception of the past, as it will modify the future.

What man of us has never felt, walking through the twilight or writing down a date from his past, that he has lost something infinite?

I know that when I think of myself as being utterly worn out, when I think that somehow I have nothing more to write, then something is happening within me. And, in due course, it bubbles up; it comes to the surface, and then I do my best to listen. But there's nothing mystical about all this. I suppose all writers do the same.

A book is not an isolated being: it is a relationship, an axis of innumerable relationships

Writing is only a guided dream.