My lowest points was getting injured and pulling out of fights.
Reading is that fruitful miracle of a communication in the midst of solitude.
Only through art can we emerge from ourselves and know what another person sees.
A little insomnia is not without its value in making us appreciate sleep, in throwing a ray of light upon that darkness.
Instead of seeking new landscapes, develop new eyes.
We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance.
Everything great in the world comes from neurotics. They alone have founded our religions and composed our masterpieces.
New York is the last true city.
Blue is the insides of something mysterious and lonely. I'd look at fish and birds, thinking the sky and water colored them. The first abyss is blue. An artist must go beyond the mercy of satin or water-from a gutty hue to that which is close to royal purple. All seasons and blossoms inbetween. Lavender. Theatrical and outrageous electric. Almost gray. True and false blue. Water and oil. The gas jet breathing in oblivion. The unstruck match. The blue of absence. The blue of deep presence. The insides of something perfect.
I'm always most interested in writing about things that I don't understand.
Nothing external to you has any power over you.