I am proud only of those days that pass in undivided tenderness.

To be wild is not to be crazy or psychotic. True wildness is a love of nature, a delight in silence, a voice free to say spontaneous things, and an exuberant curiosity in the face of the unknown.

... where a man's wound is, that is where his genius will be.

We did not come to remain whole. We came to lose our leaves like the trees, Trees that start again.

The door to the soul is unlocked; you do not need to please the doorkeeper, the door in front of you is yours, intended for you, and the doorkeeper obeys when spoken to.

Every part of you that you do not love will regress and become hostile towards you.

We make the path by walking.

It’s all right if you grow your wings on the way down.

There are a lot of men who are healthier at age fifty then they have ever been before, because a lot of their fear is gone.

The beginning of love is a horror of emptiness.

Every noon as the clock hands arrive at twelve, I want to tie the two arms together, And walk out of the bank carrying time in bags.

Wasting time is when seconds, minutes and hours are passing without being converted

a politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man.

Writing is largely about time, while visual art is largely about space.

You always have good shows and bad shows. People want a certain amount of each. It's just widening the market a little bit. The involvement of people at home is just broadening things.

From the psychological jousting between sisters in the early family arena emerge the first tentative boundaries of their personalities.

If you do not understand a man you cannot crush him. And if you do understand him, very probably you will not.

Apathy is so hard not to feel in this world that I see it and the devil walking hand in hand ruining our world. We can take more control by being conscious to start with.

The paper nominated me 12 or 13 times for the Pulitzer Prize.

[Maigret] is more internal. I think if we made more of these I might let him out a bit.

Thus all Art is propaganda and ever must be.