I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.
I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.
His was a great sin who first invented consciousness. Let us lose it for a few hours.
His dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him.
Her voice is full of money.
Grown up, and that is a terribly hard thing to do. It is much easier to skip it and go from one childhood to another.
Great art is the contempt of a great man for small art.
Genius is the ability to put into effect what is in your mind.
Genius goes around the world in its youth incessantly apologizing for having large feet. What wonder that later in life it should be inclined to raise those feet too swiftly to fools and bores.
For awhile after you quit Keats all other poetry seems to be only whistling or humming.
First you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you.
Family quarrels are bitter things. They don’t go according to any rules. They’re not like aches or wounds; they’re more like splits in the skin that won’t heal because there’s not enough material.
