To make your life being a writer, it's an auto-slavery ... you are both the slave and the task-master.

Sanity is a cozy lie.

A family's photograph album is generally about the extended family and, often, is all that remains of it.

The taste for quotations (and for the juxtaposition of incongruous quotations) is a Surrealist taste.

A fiction about soft or easy deaths is part of the mythology of most diseases that are not considered shameful or demeaning.

What is the most beautiful in virile men is something feminine; what is most beautiful in feminine women is something masculine.

I haven't been everywhere, but it's on my list.

In place of a hermeneutics we need an erotics of art.

Surrealism in painting amounted to little more than the contents of a meagerly stocked dream world: a few witty fantasies, mostly wet dreams and agoraphobic nightmares.

It is easier to endure than to change. But once one has changed, what was endured is hard to recall.

A large part of the popularity and persuasiveness of psychology comes from its being a sublimated spiritualism: a secular, ostensibly scientific way of affirming the primacy of "spirit" over matter.

Be open about your thoughts, ideas, and desires and you will be right with your decisions.

To know intense joy without a strong bodily frame, one must have an enthusiastic soul.

Stop living in fear. Enjoy life while you are still living. You are stronger than your obstacles and greater than your positive imagination.

I don't care how stylish something is if it doesn't flatter me.

Sometimes life will make you give up what you love most.

Savor the mystery, Stephen, we don't get enough of them.

In every high school, there is a clique.

At my door the Pale Horse stands to carry me to unknown lands.

Suddenly the whole imagination of writing and editorial and newspaper and all these presumptions about who am I reading this, and who else other people may be, and all that, it's so grimly brutal!

So vast, so limitless in capacity is man's imagination to disperse and burn away the rubble-dross of fact and probability, leaving only truth and dream.