Publishers are thieves, they are on the other side of the barricade.

Every second, ten stars set behind the black water in the west.

She was saved from prettiness by the intensity of her gaze.

[A]nother important difference between tourist and traveler is that the former accepts his own civilization without question; not so the traveler, who compares it with the others, and rejects those elements he finds not to his liking.

Everyone is isolated from everyone else. The concept of society is like a cushion to protect us from the knowledge of that isolation. A fiction that serves as an anesthetic.

I wanted to meet other artists. I suppose I simply felt that I was taking pot shots at clay pipes. Pop! Down goes Gertrude, down goes Jean Cocteau, down goes André Gide.

The only effort worth making is the one it takes to learn the geography of one's own nature.