When we ask for advice, we are usually looking for an accomplice.

I am deeply moved when I write. I get turned on by it. I've never used any drugs for stimulation. I don't use words loosely. When I'm working and the right word comes, there is an answering resonance within me. There is also a hardness of intention that goes with it. There is no idleness in it.

Art -- the fresh feeling, new harmony, the transforming magic which by means of myth brings back the scattered distracted soul from its modern chaos -- art, not politics, is the remedy.

Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door.

It would not be practical for her to hate herself. Luckily, God sends a substitute, a husband.

Any artist should be grateful for a naive grace which puts him beyond the need to reason elaborately.

Alternatives, and particularly desirable alternatives, grow only on imaginary trees.