“There is no use being alive if one must work. The event from which each of us is entitled to expect the revelation of his own lifes meaning - that event which I may not yet have found, but on whose...”

“My wish is that you may be loved to the point of madness.”

“My wife with the hair of a wood fireWith the thoughts of heat lightningWith the waist of an hourglassWith the waist of an otter in the teeth of a tigerMy wife with the lips of a cockade and of a bu...”

“Lifes greatest gift is the freedom it leaves you to step out of it whenever you choose.”

“Il faut que lhomme svade de cette lice ridicule quon lui a faite: le prtendu rel actuel avec la perspective dun rel futur qui ne vaille gure mieux. Chaque minute pleine porte en elle-mme la ngation...”

“We all love conflagrations. When the sky changes color, it is a dead man's passing.”

“Take care of your words and the words will take care of you.”

“I got well by talking. Death could not get a word in edgewise, grew discouraged, and traveled on.”

“The word experience is like a shrapnel shell, and bursts into a thousand meanings.”

“All words are pegs to hang ideas on.”

“A word is not the same with one writer as it is with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket.”

“No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake....”