Like" and "like" and "like"--but what is the thing that lies beneath the semblance of the thing?

For this moment, this one moment, we are together. I press you to me. Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob.

I was always going to the bookcase for another sip of the divine specific.

And the poem, I think, is only your voice speaking.

When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness—I am nothing.

The real novelist, the perfectly simple human being, could go on, indefinitely imaging.

But I pine in Solitude. Solitude is my undoing.

I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words, inarticulate words, like the shuffling of feet on pavement.

When I am grown up I shall carry a notebook—a fat book with many pages, methodically lettered. I shall enter my phrases.

Death is woven in with the violets, ” said Louis. “Death and again death.”)

Among the tortures and devastations of life is this then—our friends are not able to finish their stories.

There is a huge difference between thinking we know something and actually knowing something.

Violence is the result of hatred & greed conquering the heart of lesser souls.

Whatever the medium, there is the difficulty, challenge, fascination and often productive clumsiness of learning a new method: the wonderful puzzles and problems of translating with new materials.

Blunders are an inescapable feature of war, because choice in military affairs lies generally between the bad and the worse.

I really don't have a favorite course. I usually ask where there are the least players.

Never does a man know the force that is in him till some mighty affliction or grief has humanized the soul.

In general there is something puzzling about the fact that the most renowned figures in chess - Morphy, Pillsbury, Capablanca and Fischer - were born in America.

The great happiness in life in creativity belongs to amateurs.

We all lead more pedestrian lives than we think we do. The boiling of an egg is sometimes more important than the boiling of a love affair in the end.

If I get enough letters saying you never explained this or that, I suppose I'll have to write another book.