Curiosity is insubordination in its purest form.

There is nothing more atrociously cruel than an adored child.

Dostoevky's lack of taste, his monotonous dealings with persons suffering with pre-Freudian complexes, the way he has of wallowing in the tragic misadventures of human dignity - all this is difficult to admire.

He was powerless because he had no precise desire, and this tortured him because he was vainly seeking something to desire. He could not even make himself stretch out his hand to switch on the light. The simple transition from intention to action seemed an unimaginable miracle.

Nothing is more exhilarating than philistine vulgarity.

I cannot conceive how anybody in his right mind should go to a psychoanalyst.

if a violin string could ache, i would be that string.