A fact is like a sack which won't stand up if it's empty. In order that it may stand up, one has to put into it the reason and sentiment which caused it to exist.

The facts are to blame, my friend. We are all imprisoned by facts: I was born, I exist.

Blind yourself, for I am blind.

In bed my real love has always been the sleep that rescued me by allowing me to dream.

None of us can estimate what we do when we do it from instinct.

Life is little more than a loan shark: It exacts a very high rate of interest for the few pleasures it concedes

One cannot choose what he writes - one can only choose to face it.