He was ugly, himself. Weird-ugly. But ugliness in a man doesn't matter, much. Ugliness in a woman is her life.

We inhabit ourselves without valuing ourselves, unable to see that here, now, this very moment is sacred; but once it’s gone – its value is incontestable.

Yet I will make you all love me and I will punish myself to spite your love.

The only people who claim that money is not important are people who have enough money so that they are relieved of the ugly burden of thinking about it.

After love a formal feeling comes.

You are writing for your contemporaries - not for Posterity. If you are lucky, your contemporaries will become Posterity.

I turn down invitations to do things for money. I have almost no interest in making money. Actually, I've acquired a fair amount of money that I will never live to spend. So earning money, in a way, depresses me, because I feel it's just piling up.