Falling in love is the easiest thing in the world. It's standing in love that matters.
To know who you are, you have to have a place to come from.
How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?
The writer is by nature a dreamer - a conscious dreamer.
I must go home periodically to renew my sense of horror.
Resentment is the most precious flower of poverty.
The thinking mind is best controlled by the imagination.
We are homesick most for the places we have never known.
Love is a joint experience between two persons -- but the fact that it is a joint experience does not mean that it is a similar experience to the two people involved.
There is no stillness like the quiet of the first cold nights in the fall.
It was better to be in a jail where you could bang the walls than in a jail you could not see.
I want - I want - I want - was all that she could think about - but just what this real want was she did not know.
The most fatal thing a man can do is try to stand alone.
The closest thing to being cared for is to care for someone else.
justice itself is a chimera, a delusion. Justice is not a flat yardstick, applied in equal measure to an equal situation.
Nothing is so musical as the sound of pouring bourbon for the first drink on a Sunday morning. Not Bach or Schubert or any of those masters.
I have more to say than Hemingway, and God knows, I say it better than Faulkner.
There's nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old address book.
Owing to the fact he was a mute they were able to give him all the qualities they wanted him to have.
the way i need you is a loneliness i cannot bear.
I´m a stranger in a strange land.
I got to wear blinders all the time so I won't think sideways or in the past.
I am not meant to be alone and without you who understands.
Writing, for me, is a search for God.
I think we look for the differences in people because it makes us less lonely.
It is music that causes the heart to broaden and the listener to grow cold with ecstasy and fright.
It was like she was cheated. Only nobody had cheated her. So there was nobody to take it out on. However, just the same she had that feeling. Cheated.
The trouble with me is that for a long time I have just been an I person. All people belong to a We except me. Not to belong to a We makes you too lonesome.
Maybe when people longed for a thing that bad the longing made them trust in anything that might give it to them.
There are the lover and the beloved, but these two come from different countries.
The seed of the idea is developed by both labor and the unconscious, and the struggle that goes on between them.
I have never gone to a doctor in my adult life, feeling instinctively that doctors meant either cutting or, just as bad, diet.
I live with the people I create and it has always made my essential loneliness less keen.
Comparing the Brooklyn that I know with Manhattan is like comparing a comfortable and complacent duenna to her more brilliant and neurotic sister.
Love is the main generator of all good writing... Love, passion, compassion, are all welded together.