I have had much to learn from Sweden's poetry and, more especially, from her lyrics of the last generation.

Truth is neither ojectivity nor the balanced view; truth is a selfless subjectivity.

Keep it, keep it!" I answered. "You are very welcome to it! It is only a couple of small things, doesn't amount to anything—about everything I own in the world.

A word can be transformed into a coulour, light, a smell; it is the writer's task to use it in such a way that it serves, never fails, can never be ignored.

In old age we are like a batch of letters that someone has sent. We are no longer in the past, we have arrived.

No worse fate can befall a young man or woman than becoming prematurely entrenched in prudence and negation.

The heavy red roses smoldering in the foggy morning, blood-colored and uninhibited, made me greedy, and tempted me powerfully to steal one--I asked the prices merely so I could come as near them as possible.