Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal. Drugs, alcohol, or lies. Unable to withdraw into himself, he disguises himself. Lies and inaccuracy give him a few moments of comfort.

Take a commonplace, clean it and polish it, light it so that it produces the same effect of youth and freshness and originality and spontaneity as it did originally, and you have done a poet's job. The rest is literature.

What the public criticizes in you, cultivate. It is you.

There are truths which one can only say after having won the right to say them.

I am dying soon, and I am choosing to have fun today, tomorrow and every other day I have left.

Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world.

My most defining moment was the death of my mother.

Save yourself some grief. Check with the publicist you hire to see what other books he/she has coming out at the same time as yours.