Images are more real than anyone could have supposed.

It hurts to love. It's like giving yourself to be flayed and knowing that at any moment the other person may just walk off with your skin.

Writing is a mysterious activity.

Making social comment is an artificial place for an artist to start from. If an artist is touched by some social condition, what the artist creates will reflect that, but you can't force it.

Interpretation is the revenge of the intellectual upon art.

Tragedy is a vision of nihilism, a heroic or ennobling vision of nihilism.

When you are writing, you are - from society's point of view - only producing the first version which will then be processed and recycled.