“My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.”

“So therefore I dedicate myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.”

“I have nothing to offer anybody, except my own confusion.”

“Parade my trouble in front of you guys? Make you realize that my heart is broken . . . that as long as I live I'll have chains dragging me down to the oceans of sad tears that my feet are wet in already.”

“At night I closed my eyes and saw my bones threading the mud of my grave.”

“I am going to marry my novels and have little short stories for children. ”

“I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future.”