Art Like Life Is An Open Secret.

All Artists Today Are Expected To Cultivate A Little Fashionable Unhappiness.

There Is No Pain Compared To That Of Loving A Woman Who Makes Her Body Accessible To One And Yet Who Is Incapable Of Delivering Her True Self -- Because She Does Not Know Where To Find It.

A Critic Is A Lug-worm In The Liver Of Literature.

Shyness Has Laws You Can Only Give Yourself; Tragically To Those Who Least Understand.

Who Invented The Human Heart, I Wonder? Tell Me, And Then Show Me The Place Where He Was Hanged.