Occupation: Composer Birth: December 30, 1910 Death: November 18, 1999
You will find yourself among people. There is no help for this nor should you want it otherwise. The passages where no one waits are dark and hard to….
Because neither she nor Port had ever lived a life of any kind of regularity, they had both made the fatal error of coming hazily to regard time as n….
I've always wanted to get as far as possible from the place where I was born. Far both geographically and spiritually. To leave it behind ... I feel ….
Although I knew enough Freud to believe that the sex urge was an important mainspring of life, it still seemed to me that any conscious manifestation….
Whereas the tourist generally hurries back home at the end of a few weeks or months, the traveler belonging no more to one place than to the next, mo….
The soul is the weariest part of the body..
The sky hides the night behind it and shelters the people beneath from the horror that lies above..
Every second, ten stars set behind the black water in the west..
The Hindus are busy letting themselves be seen riding in Cadillacs instead of smearing themselves with sandalwood paste and bowing in front of Ganpat….
If you don't know why you like a thing, it is usually worth your while to attempt to find out..
A black star appears, a point of darkness in the night sky's clarity. Point of darkness and gateway to repose. Reach out, pierce the fine fabric of t….
Life is lived only once. And the less seriously the better..
How fragile we are under the sheltering sky. Behind the sheltering sky is a vast dark universe, and we're just so small..
The only effort worth making is the one it takes to learn the geography of one's own nature..
The only thing that makes life worth living is the possibility of experiencing now and then a perfect moment. And perhaps even more than that, it's h….
Security is a false God. Begin to make sacrifices to it and you are lost..
Fiction should always steer clear of political considerations..
He awoke, opened his eye. The room meant very little to him; he was too deeply immersed in the non-being from which he had just come. If he had not t….
I wanted to meet other artists. I suppose I simply felt that I was taking pot shots at clay pipes. Pop! Down goes Gertrude, down goes Jean Cocteau, d….
Not all the ravages caused by our merciless age are tangible ones. The subtler forms of destruction, those involving only the human spirit, are the m….
No one can ever heap enough insults upon me to suit my taste. I think we all really thrive on hostility, because it's the most intense kind of massag….