There is no logical reason why the camel of great art should pass through the needle of mob intelligence.

I have never been able to write with anything more than the left hand of my mind; the right hand has always been engaged in something to do with personal relationships. I don't complain, because I think my left hand's power, as much as it has, is due to its knowledge of what my right hand is doing.

A copy of the universe is not what is required of art; one of the damned things is ample.

It isn't only living people who die, it is great stretches of living, which can die even when the people who lived there still exist.

Existence in itself, taken at its least miraculous, is a miracle.

Just how difficult it is to write biography can be reckoned by anybody who sits down and considers just how many people know the real truth about his or her love affairs.

Everyone realizes that one can believe little of what people say about each other. But it is not so widely realized that even less can one trust what people say about themselves.