When I fell out of the light, I entered The stomach of indifference, the wordless cupboard.

And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness

I drink sherry and wine by myself because I like it and I get the sensuous feeling of indulgence...luxury, bliss, erotic-tinged.

Everything people did seemed so silly, because they only died in the end.

Stars open among the lilies. Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens? This is the silence of astounded souls.

I think that as far as language goes I'm an American, I'm afraid, my accent is American, my way of talk is an American way of talk, I'm an old-fashioned American. That's probably one of the reasons why I'm in England now and why I'll always stay in England.

So learn about life. Cut yourself a big slice with the silver server, a big slice of pie. Open your eyes. Let life happen.