It's goodbye to reality when love sets in.
The more realistic you are the more you threaten the grounds of your own art.
Death is the black backing on the mirror that allows us to see anything at all.
Any artist should be grateful for a naive grace which puts him beyond the need to reason elaborately.
One way or another the no doubt mad idea entered my mind that my own actions had historic importance and this fantasy (?) made it appear that people who harmed me were interfering with an important experiment.
You never have to change anything you got up in the middle of the night to write.