An artist must believe in himself - Possibly not so passionately as Lawrence - but passionately. Your belief is contagious. Others say - He is vain - but they are affected.

A man, when he burns, leaves only a handful of ashes. No woman can hold him. The wind must blow him away.

All good art is an indiscretion.

If people behaved in the same way nations do they would all be put in straitjackets.

Oh you weak, beautiful people who give up with such grace. What you need is someone to take hold of you

I've got the guts to die. What I want to know is, have you got the guts to live?

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