For time is the longest distance between two places.

What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it's curved like a road through mountains.

Nobody knew my rose of the world but me... I had too much glory. They don't want glory like that in nobody's heart

Some mystery should be left in the revelation of character in a play, just as a great deal of mystery is always left in the revelation of character in life, even in one's own character to himself.

You know, then that the public Somebody you are when you 'have a name' is a fiction created with mirrors and that the only somebody worth being is the solitary and unseen you that existed from your first breath

Show me a person who hasn´t known any sorrow and I´ll show you a superficial.

I don't believe anyone ever suspects how completely unsure I am of my work and myself and what tortures of self-doubting the doubt of others has always given me.