Everyone in the world is Christ and they are all crucified.

All good New Orleanians go to look at the Mississippi at least once a day. At night it is like creeping into a dark bedroom to look at a sleeping child--something of that sort--gives you the same warm nice feeling, I mean.

Most people are afraid to trust their imaginations and the artist is not.

If people did not want their stories told, it would be better for them to keep away from me.

You won’t arrive. It is an endless search.

It may be life is only worthwhile at moments. Perhaps that is all we ought to expect.

Love is like a wind stirring the grass beneath trees on a black night,' he had said. 'You must not try to make love definite. It is the divine accident of life. If you try to be definite and sure about it and to live beneath the trees, where soft night winds blow, the long hot day of disappointment comes swiftly and the gritty dust from passing wagons gathers upon lips inflamed and made tender by kisses.