Oh, Jacques, we're used to each other, we're a pair of captive hawks caught in the same cage, and so we've grown used to each other. That's what passes for love at this dim, shadowy end of the Camino Real.

Only some radical change can divert the downward course of my spirit, some startling new place or people to arrest the drift, the drag.

You take it for granted that I am in something that I want to get out of.

I'm not in sympathy with Communism except for populations which are in a state of peasantry, actually hungry and starving. The ideal state for me is some form of Socialism, which doesn't yet exist, as far as I know, which doesn't repress the arts, or any race. Consequently I'm not a political person ... except that I'm a revolutionary.

Once you fully apprehend the vacuity of a life without struggle, you are equipped with the basic means of salvation.

All good art is an indiscretion.

Not facing a fire doesn't put it out.