Dreaming is to think by moonlight by the light of an inner moon.

How many people have wanted to kill themselves, and have been content with tearing up their photograph!

It astounds us to come upon other egoists, as though we alone had the right to be selfish, and to be filled with eagerness to live.

You can recover from the writing malady only by falling mortally ill and dying.

The story I am writing exists, written in absolutely perfect fashion, some place, in the air. All I must do is find it, and copy it.

We must be greater than God, for we have to undo His injustice.

I find that when I do not think of myself I do not think at all.