On Spinach: I Dislike It, And Am

There Are Three Thing In The World I Love Most: The Sea, Hamlet, And Don Giovanni.

I Am Irritated By My Own Writing. I Am Like A Violinist Whose Ear Is True, But Whose Fingers Refuse To Reproduce Precisely The Sound He Hears Within.

Do Not Imagine You Can Exorcise What Oppresses You In Life By Giving Vent To It In Art.

My Life Which I Dream Will Be So Beautiful, So Poetic, So Vast, So Filled With Love Will Turn Out To Be Like Everybody Else's - Monotonous, Sensible, Stupid.

My Foregrounds Are Imaginary, My Backgrounds Real.