I am tied down with single words. But you wander off; you slip away; you rise up higher, with words and words in phrases.

For the film maker must come by his convention, as painters and writers and musicians have done before him.

As an experience, madness is terrific ... and in its lava I still find most of the things I write about.

There was no treachery too base for the world to commit.

What does the brain matter compared with the heart?

Other people have faces; Susan and Jinny have faces; they are here. Their world is the real world. The things they lift are heavy. They say Yes, they say No; whereas I shift and change and am seen through in a second. If they meet a housemaid she looks at them without laughing. But she laughs at me. They know what to say if spoken to. They laugh really; they get angry really; while I have to look first and do what other people do when they have done it.

The depths of the sea are only water after all.