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

Lively, too. Talky as a jaybird. With something smart to say on every subject: better than the radio.

Oh Jesus God we did belong to each other. He was mine.

Past certain ages or certain wisdoms it is very difficult to look with wonder; it is best done when one is a child; after that, and if you are lucky, you will find a bridge of childhood and walk across it.

The only obligation any artist can have is to himself. His work means nothing, otherwise. It has no meaning.

Actually, I think friendship and love are exactly the same thing.

People who are having a love-sex relationship are continuously lying to each other because the very nature of the relationship demands that they do, because you have to make a love object of this person, which means that you editorialize about them. You cut out what you don't want to see, you add this if it isn't there. And so therefore you're building a lie.