The truth is always something that is told, not something that is known. If there were no speaking or writing, there would be no truth about anything. There would only be what is.

Passion paralyzes good taste.

Love is friendship on fire -- anonymous

Rules of taste enforce structures of power.

Wherever people feel safe (...) they will be indifferent.

Nothing is mysterious, no human relation. Except love.

Read a lot. Expect something big, something exalting or deepening from a book. No book is worth reading that isn't worth re-reading.

My ignorance is not charming.

I like to feel dumb. That’s how I know there’s more in the world than me.

The really important thing is not to reject anything.

Being in Love means being willing to ruin yourself for the other person.

Etymologically, 'patient' means sufferer.

The fear of becoming old is born of the recognition that one is not living now the life that one wishes.

[O]ne person's 'barbarian' is another person's 'just doing what everybody else is doing.

If I thought that what I'm doing when I write is expressing myself, I'd junk the typewriter. Writing is a much more complicated activity that that.

Reading usually precedes writing. And the impulse to write is almost always fired by reading. Reading, the love of reading, is what makes you dream of becoming a writer.

It is passivity that dulls feeling.

Result of self-consciousness: audience and actor are the same. I live my life as a spectacle for myself, for my own edification. I live my life but I don't live in it. The hoarding instinct in human relations.

The writer must be four people: 1) The nut, the obsede 2) The moron 3) The stylist 4) The critic. 1 supplies the material; 2 lets it come out; 3 is taste; 4 is intelligence.

One can know worlds one has not experienced, choose a response to life that has never been offered, create an inwardness utterly strong and fruitful.

What, I ask, drives me to disorder? How can I diagnose myself? All I feel, most immediately, is the most anguished need for physical love and mental companionship -

Can I love someone...and still think/fly? Love is flying, sown, floating. Thought is solitary flight, beating wings.

All struggle, all resistance is -- must be -- concrete. And all struggle has a global resonance. If not here, then there. If not now, then soon. Elsewhere as well as here.

Most of my reading is rereading.

Desire has no history...

Religion is probably, after sex, the second oldest resource which human beings have available to them for blowing their mind.

Life is not about significant details, illuminated a flash, fixed forever. Photographs are.

She felt herself needing more and more sleep. When she awoke in the morning, she thought of when she might lie down again - and when she would sleep. She started going to the movies.

My urge to write is an urge not to self-expressionism but to self-transcendence. My work is both bigger and smaller than I am.

Time eventually positions most photographs, even the most amateurish, at the level of art.

I don't want to express alienation. It isn't what I feel. I'm interested in various kinds of passionate engagement. All my work says be serious, be passionate, wake up.

Do stuff. Be clenched, curious. Not waiting for inspiration's shove or society's kiss on your forehead.

Real art has the capacity to make us nervous.

Try not to live in a linguistic slum.

There is nothing wrong with standing back and thinking. To paraphrase several sages: 'Nobody can think and hit someone at the same time.

I am only interested in people engaged in a project of self-transformation.

One criticizes in others what one recognizes and despises in oneself. For example, an artist who is revolted by another’s ambitiousness.

A large part of the popularity and persuasiveness of psychology comes from its being a sublimated spiritualism: a secular, ostensibly scientific way of affirming the primacy of spirit over matter.

As objects of contemplation, images of the atrocious can answer to several different needs. To steel oneself against weakness. To make oneself more numb. To acknowledge the existence of the incorrigible.

Making social comment is an artificial place for an artist to start from. If an artist is touched by some social condition, what the artist creates will reflect that, but you can't force it.

To the militant, identity is everything.

The problems of this world are only truly solved in two ways: by extinction or by duplication

The only interesting ideas are heresies

Love words, agonize over sentences. And pay attention to the world.

Desire wills its perpetuation ad infinitum.

Writing is a mysterious activity.

With genius, as with beauty -- all, well almost all, is forgiven.

How much self-love comes in the guise of selfless devotion!

All great art contains at its center contemplation, a dynamic contemplation.

All aesthetic judgment is really cultural evaluation.