I have never seen a more lucid, better balanced, mad mind than mine.
Complacency is a state of mind that exists only in retrospective: it has to be shattered before being ascertained.
Devices which in some curious new way imitate nature are attractive to simple minds.
My principal failing as a writer is the lack of spontaneity; the nuisance of parallel thoughts, second thoughts, third thoughts; inability to express myself properly in any language unless I compose every damned sentence in my bath, in my mind, at my desk.
Although we read with our minds, the seat of artistic delight is between the shoulder blades. That little shiver behind is quite certainly the highest form of emotion that humanity has attained when evolving pure art and pure science. Let us worship the spine and its tingle.
My mind speaks English, my heart speaks Russian, and my ear prefers French.
... my mind lay limp in an empty world.
I cannot conceive how anybody in his right mind should go to a psychoanalyst.
The more gifted and talkative one's characters are, the greater the chances of their resembling the author in tone or tint of mind.
I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.
Why should I tolerate a perfect stranger at the bedside of my mind?
The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.
Loneliness as a situation can be corrected, but as a state of mind it is an incurable illness.
Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: that’s when you get shooting stars.