The man who was once starved may revenge himself upon the world not by stealing just once, or by stealing only what he needs, but by taking from the ….

One always, sooner or later, comes upon a city which is an image of one's inner cities. Fez is an image of my inner self. ... The layers of the city ….

Where the myth fails, human love begins. Then we love a human being, not our dream, but a human being with flaws..

In music I feel most deeply the passing of things..

There are only two kinds of freedom in the world; the freedom of the rich and powerful, and the freedom of the artist and the monk who renounces poss….

The struggle to emerge out of the past, clean of memories; the inadequacy of our hearts to cut life into separate and final portions; the pain of thi….

I looked at it [revolver] as if it reminded me of a crime I had committed with an irrepressible smile such as rises sometimes to people’s lips in the….

There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an i….

I say quotations are literary. They are good only when dealing with ideas, not with experience. Experience should be pure, unique..

The one who travels like a lover searching for a new passion is suddenly blessed with new eyes, new ears, new senses..

The dangerous time when mechanical voices, radios, telephones, take the place of human intimacies, and the concept of being in touch with millions br….

Many couples, many people, are not living with real human beings, but with their ghosts. Who has not followed for years the spell of a particular ton….

He, who had done more than any human being to draw her out of the caves of her secret, folded life, now threw her down into deeper recesses of fear a….

The writer is the duelist who never fights at the stated hour, who gathers up an insult, like another curious object, a collector's item, spreads it ….

Mature people relate to each other without the need to merge..

I want to be a writer who reminds others that these moments exist; I want to prove that there is infinite space, infinite meaning, infinite dimension.

The final lesson a writer learns is that everything can nourish the writer..

Keeping a Diary all my life helped me to discover some basic elements essential to the vitality of writing..

I have seen romanticism outlast the realistic. I have seen men forget the beautiful women they have possessed, forget the prostitutes, and remember t….

A big enough artist, I say, can eat anything, must eat everything and then alchemize it. Only the feeble writer is afraid of expansion..

The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive..