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.

It only takes one match to ignite a haystack, or one remark to fire a mind.

Poetry is what happens when an anxiety meets a technique.

Of women, the most we can say, not being Frenchmen, is that they are burrowing animals.

What are stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing?

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.

They say that if you get bored enough with calamity you can learn to laugh.