Security is a kind of death.

The nervous system of any age or nation is its creative workers, its artists. And if that nervous system is profoundly disturbed by its environment, the work it produces will inescapably reflect the disturbances, sometimes obliquely and sometimes with violent directness.

How long does it have to go on? This punishment? Haven't I done time enough, haven't I served my term? can't I apply for a-pardon?

I don't think there is such a thing as a precise sexual orientation. I think we're all ambiguous sexually.

But I think the spirit of man is a good adversary

Snatching the eternal out of the desperately fleeting is the great magic trick of human existence.

All cruel people describe themselves as paragons of frankness.