Unfortunately sometimes one can't do what one thinks is right without making someone else unhappy.

The artist produces for the liberation of his soul.

I'd sooner be smashed into a mangled pulp by a bus when we cross the street than look forward to a life like yours.

You can never know enough about your characters

There's always one who loves and one who lets himself be loved.

An unfortunate thing about this world is that the good habits are much easier to give up than the bad ones.

Perhaps it would have been possible to see in him a new Prometheus...the hero who for the good of mankind exposes himself to the agonies of the damned...undaunted by failure, by an unceasing effort of courage holding despair at bay, doggedly persistent in the face of self-doubt, which is the artist's bitterest enemy.