Without magic, there is no art. Without art, there is no idealism. Without idealism, there is no integrity. Without integrity, there is nothing but production.

There are no vital and significant forms of art; there is only art, and precious little of that.

The more you reason the less you create.

It was a smooth silvery voice that matched her hair. It had a tiny tinkle in it, like bells in a doll's house. I thought that was silly as soon as I thought of it.

In everything that can be called art there is a quality of redemption.

I was neat, clean, shaved and sober and I didn't care who knew it.

I had a funny feeling as I saw the house disappear, as though I had written a poem and it was very good and I had lost it and would never remember it again.