Guilt always hurries towards its complement, punishment: only there does its satisfaction lie.

Religion is simply art bastardized out of all recognition.

I have been thinking about the girl I met last night in the mirror: dark on the marble-ivory white: glossy black hair: deep suspiring eyes in which one's glances sink because they are nervous, curious, turned to sexual curiosity.

Music was invented to confirm human loneliness.

It takes a lot of energy and a lot of neurosis to write a novel. If you were really sensible, you'd do something else.

Love is like trench warfare - you cannot see the enemy, but you know he is there and that it is wiser to keep your head down.

The effective in art is what rapes the emotions of your audience without nourishing its values.