She transformed his miseries into sexual excitements and, to give credit where it was due, turned his grief in a useful direction.

She was what we used to call a suicide blond — dyed by her own hand.

The body, she says, is subject to the forces of gravity. But the soul is ruled by levity, pure.

The part can never be well unless the whole is well.

The worst of all deceptions is self-deception.

There is only one way to defeat the enemy, and that is to write as well as one can. The best argument is an undeniably good book.

There was a disturbance in my heart, a voice that spoke there and said, I want, I want, I want! It happened every afternoon, and when I tried to suppress it got even stronger.

To him, perpetual thought of death was a sin. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead.

We mustn't forget how quickly the visions of genius become the canned goods of intellectuals.

What 1 seem to do, thought Herzog, is to inflame myself with my drama, with ridicule, failure, denunciation, distortion, to inflame myself voluptuously, esthetically, until I reach sexual climax. And that climax looks like a resolution and an answer to many “higher" problems.