“What is it which has always come between real life and me? What glass screen has, as it were, interposed itself between me and the enjoyment, the possession, the contact of things, leaving me only the role of the looker-on?”
“New York interposed itself, once and for all, between me and all other places of origin.”
“Experience has thought me that there is only one short step between Love and Hate, as there is between Life and Death.”
“In between goals is a thing called life, that has to be lived and enjoyed.”
“Coming and going I am leaving. I will go and come. Leaving has come to me. We all, shall all, will all be left. Because I am here and where. And I will go or not or never. And I have seen what I will see. If I am where I will be. Because nothing comes between me.”
“The life that I have lived was no more than a mask covering the real me. What has happened was not to kill me but to reveal me.”