The true beloveds of this world are in their lover's eyes lilacs opening, ship lights, school bells, a landscape, remembered conversations, friends, a child's Sunday, lost voices, one's favorite suit, autumn and all seasons, memory, yes, it being the earth and water of existence, memory.

Talent, and genius as well, is like a grain of pearl sand shifting about in the creative mind. A valued tormentor.

It takes a lot of bad writing to get to a little good writing.

Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.

Venice is like eating an entire box of chocolate liqueurs in one go.

What I found does the most good is just to get into a taxi and go to Tiffany's. It calms me down right away, the quietness and the proud look of it;nothing very bad could happen to you there.

If there is no mystery, for the artist, to solve inside of his art, then there's no point in it....for me, every act of the art of solving a mystery.