Was she really beautiful? Was she at least what they call attractive? She was exasperation, she was torture.

Age indomitably, in the European manner. Do not finish your labours young. Be a planet, not a meteor. Honor the working day. Sit at your desk.

Only talent interests me in paintings and books. Not general ideas, but the individual contribution.

I think she always nursed a small mad hope.

Some people—and I am one of them—hate happy ends. We feel cheated. Harm is the norm. Doom should not jam. The avalanche stopping in its tracks a few feet above the cowering village behaves not only unnaturally but unethically.

Let all of life be an unfettered howl.

Words without experience are meaningless.