The evolution of sense is, in a sense, the evolution of nonsense.

Genius is finding the invisible link between things.

The best part of a writer's biography is not the record of his adventures but the story of his style. [Vogue, interview, 1969]

what stars, what thought and sadness up above, and what ignorance below.

there is the rare kind of time in which I live - the pause, the hiatus, when the heart is like a feather....

I know something. I know something. But expression of it comes so hard !

I have no desires, save the desire to express myself- in defiance of all the world's muteness.

For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me. With every acquaintance I make, the population of phantoms resembling me increases. Somewhere they live, somewhere they multiply. I alone do not exist.

I shall continue to exist. I may assume other disguises, other forms, but I shall try to exist.