The youth of an art is, like the youth of anything else, its most interesting period. When it has come to the knowledge of good and evil it is stronger, but we care less about it.

Life is like playing a violin solo in public and learning the instrument as one goes on.

Human life is as evanescent as the morning dew or a flash of lightning.

If I die prematurely at any rate I shall be saved from being bored to death by my own success.

Life is like music; it must be composed by ear, feeling, and instinct, not by rule.

Creativity is so delicate a flower that praise tends to make it bloom, while discouragement often nips it in the bud.

Don't learn to do, but learn in doing.

Fear is static that prevents me from hearing myself.

The great pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too.

People care more about being thought to have taste than about being thought either good, clever or amiable.

Let us be grateful to the mirror for revealing to us our appearance only.

A man must choose his own way of life, and…it is only by following out one’s own bent that there can be the really harmonious life.” [In an interview conducted by Bram Stoker]

The great use of life is to spend it for something that will outlast it.

Yesterday I did not want to be borrowed but this is the typewriter that sits before me and love is where yesterday is at.

The present age has seen a great slump in humanist values.

I try to write about how we live today, how we use language, technology, our bodies.

Originally what I used to love was being on a stage and reacting to a live audience and maybe my calling is more in theatre.

The term 'lady' has been so misused, that I like better the old-fashioned term, woman.

"Secret migration" across borders is a form of human degradation and evidence of the depravity of the human conscience.

Having a studio at home is like having a gym at home - sometimes you're just better off going out.

Good bye, proud world! I'm going home; Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine