I am a true adorer of life, and if I can't reach as high as the face of it, I plant my kiss somewhere lower down. Those who understand will require no further explanation.

My face too blind, my mind too limited, my instincts too narrow. But this intensity, doesn't it mean anything?

Art attempts to find in the universe, in matter as well as in the facts of life, what is fundamental, enduring, essential.

I've never turned over a fig leaf yet that didn't have a price tag on the other side.

There was a disturbance in my heart, a voice that spoke there and said, I want, I want, I want! It happened every afternoon, and when I tried to suppress it it got even stronger.

People can lose their lives in libraries. They ought to be warned.

Death is the black backing on the mirror that allows us to see anything at all.