The idea comes to me from outside of me - and is like a gift. I then take the idea and make it my own - that is where the skill lies.

Oh God$$$ the terrible tyranny of the majority. We all have our harps to play. And it's up to you to know with which ear you'll listen.

Stuff your eyes with wonder$$$ he said$$$ live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.

The real discoverer of South America was Alexander von Humboldt$$$ since his work was more useful for our people than the work of all conquerors.

I am being followed$$$ I realized$$$ with a blend of certitude and astonishment$$$ like a soldier discovering that gangrene has taken hold of his leg.

There's a secret sickness called Lisa. Like all sicknesses$$$ it's miserable and it comes on at night.

With the innocence of the dead$$$ who no longer mind being observed$$$ the people in the photographs gazed out on the professors' barely contained enthusiasm.

It's absurd to see an enchanted princess in every girl who walks by. What do you think you are$$$ a troubadour?

For me$$$ the word "writing" is the exact opposite of the word "waiting". Instead of waiting$$$ there is writing.

The borders he respected were the borders of dreams$$$ the misty borders of love and indifference$$$ the borders of courage and fear$$$ the golden borders of ethics.