-The little comfort of love?-Is that comfort so little?-Caged birds accept each other but flight is what they long for.
In memory everything seems to happen to music.
Security is a kind of death.
Don't look forward to the day when you stop suffering. Because when it comes you'll know you're dead.
There's a time for departure even when there's no certain place to go.
The strongest influences in my life and my work are always whomever I love. Whomever I love and am with most of the time, or whomever I remember most vividly. I think that's true of everyone, don't yo...
Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.
...the human animal is a selfish beast...
I don't mean what other people mean when they speak of a home, because I don't regard a home as a...well, as a place, a building...a house...of wood, bricks, stone. I think of a home as being a thing...
Byron: The luxuries of this place have made me soft.The metal point's gone from my pen, there's nothing left but the feather.Gutman:That may be true.But what can you do about it?Byron:Make a departure...
I think no more than a week after I started writing I ran into the first block. It's hard to describe it in a way that will be understandable to anyone who is not a neurotic. I will try. All my life I...
What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it's curved like a road through mountains.
I've got the guts to die. What I want to know is, have you got the guts to live?
I don't want realism. I want magic! Yes, yes, magic! I try to give that to people. I misrepresent things to them. I don't tell the truth, I tell what ought to be the truth. And it that's sinful, then...
I wrote because I had to. I couldn't stop. There wasn't anything else I could do. If no one ever bought anything anything I ever did I'd still be writing. It's beyond a compulsion.
We're all of us guinea pigs in the laboratory of God. Humanity is just a work in progress.
What is the victory of a cat on a hot tin roof? --- I wish I knew ...Just staying on it, I guess, as long as she can ...[More croquet sounds]Later tonight I'm going to tell you I love you an' maybe by...
Then what is good? The obsessive interest in human affairs, plus a certain amount of compassion and moral conviction, that first made the experience of living something that must be translated into pi...
The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.
How beautiful it is and how easily it can be broken.