But since I have a poet's weakness for symbols, I am using this character also as a symbol; he is the long-delayed but always expected something that we live for.

I can't stand a naked light bulb, any more than I can a rude remark or a vulgar action.

All your Western theologies, the whole mythology of them, are based on the concept of God as a senile delinquent.

I don't want realism. I want magic!

Revolution begins in putting on bright colors.

Morning can always be counted on to bring us back to a more realistic level.

Sorrow makes for sincerity, I think.