I Love My Work With A Frenetic

Human Speech Is Like A Cracked Kettle On Which We Tap Crude Rhythms For Bears To Dance To, While We Long To Make Music That Will Melt The Stars.

When You Reduce A Woman To Writing, She Makes You Think Of A Thousand Other Women

The Author, In His Work, Must Be Like God In The Universe, Present Everywhere And Visible Nowhere.

The True Poet For Me Is A Priest. As Soon As He Dons The Cassock, He Must Leave His Family.

Stupidity Is An Immovable Object: You Can't Try To Attack It Wiithout Being Broken By It.