To be closed from everything, and yet to feel, to think. . . This is the truth of hell, stripped of its gaudy medievalisms. This loss of contact.
Even the most malignant gods would not continue to inflict life upon humanity, time without end.
No woman has ever been an authentic genius of the stature of men, but that does not enrage me
Reading, not just an escape, but an exercise in living.
I am the skeptic of skeptics.
'He is very ugly,' said his mother.
The more wants a man has, the less freedom.
All governments lie, but disaster lies in wait for countries whose officials smoke the same hashish they give out.
Expensive clothes are a waste of money.
One critic wrote. . . that my poems sounded as though they had been translated from the Hungarian. I don't know why, but somehow that made me feel quite lighthearted.
An education reformer is as important in America as the first lady.