Genius is finding the invisible link between things.

The sun is a thief: she lures the sea and robs it. The moon is a thief: he steals his silvery light from the sun. The sea is a thief: it dissolves the moon.

for better or worse, it is the commentator who has the last word.

We think not in words but in shadows of words.

Oh, let me be mawkish for the nonce! I am so tired of being cynical.

When I try to analyze my own cravings, motives, actions and so forth, I surrender to a sort of retrospective imagination which feeds the analytic faculty with boundless alternatives and which causes each visualized route to fork and re-fork without end in the maddeningly complex prospect of my past.

I don't think in any language. I think in images.