The parlour cars and Pullmans are packed also with scented assassins, salad-eaters who murder on milk.

Love each other or perish.

One of the most horrible, yet most important, discoveries of our age has been that, if you really wish to destroy a person and turn him into an automaton, the surest method is not physical torture, in the strict sense, but simply to keep him awake, i.e., in an existential relation to life without intermission.

Almost all of our relationships begin and most of them continue as forms of mutual exploitation, a mental or physical barter, to be terminated when one or both parties run out of goods.

I'll love you till the ocean Is folded and hung up to dry And the seven stars go squawking Like geese about the sky.

I just try to put the thing out and hope somebody will read it. Someone says: 'Whom do you write for?' I reply: 'Do you read me?' If they say 'Yes,' I say, 'Do you like it?' If they say 'No,' then I say, 'I don't write for you.'

It's better to say, 'I'm suffering,' than to say, 'This landscape is ugly.