I try to work every day because you have no refuge but writing. When you're going through a period of unhappiness, a broken love affair, the death of someone you love, or some other disorder in your life, then you have no refuge but writing.

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

Luxury is the wolf at the door and its fangs are the vanities and conceits germinated by success. When an artist learns this, he knows where the danger is.

Living with someone you love can be lonelier than living entirely alone, if the on that you love doesn't love you.

We are all civilized people, wich means that we are all savages at heart but observing a few amenities of civilized behaviour.

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

Of course you always had that detached quality as if you were playing a game without much concern over whether you won or lost, and now that you've lost the game, not lost but just quit playing, you have that rare sort of charm that usually only happens in very old or hopelessly sick people, the charm of the defeated.