“Surely every one realizes, at some point along the way, that he is capable of living a far better life than the one he has chosen.”
“An artist is always alone - if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.”
Confusion is a word we have invented for an order which is not yet understood.
Don't expect me to be sane anymore. Don't let's be sensible. It was a marriage at Louveciennes - you can't dispute it. I came away with pieces of you sticking to me; I am walking about, swimming, in an ocean of blood, your Andalusian blood, distilled and poisonous. Everything I do and say and think relates back to the marriage. I saw you as the mistress of your home, a Moor with a heavy face, a negress with a white body, eyes all over your skin, woman, woman, woman. I can't see how I can go on l
Samuel R. Delany