With a novelist, like a surgeon, you have to get a feeling that you've fallen into good hands - someone from whom you can accept the anesthetic with confidence.
I've never turned over a fig leaf yet that didn't have a price tag on the other side.
There is an immense, painful longing for a broader, more flexible, fuller, more coherent, more comprehensive account of what we human beings are, who we are and what this life is for.
There are evils that have the ability to survive identification and go on for ever... money, for instance, or war.
Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door.
A fool can throw a stone in a pond that 100 wise men can not get out.
Psychoanalysis pretends to investigate the Unconscious. The Unconscious by definition is what you are not conscious of. But the Analysts already know what's in it - they should, because they put it all in beforehand.
In Los Angeles all the loose objects in the country were collected, as if America had been tilted and everything that wasn't tightly screwed down had slid into Southern California.
Everybody knows there is no fineness or accuracy of suppression; if you hold down one thing, you hold down the adjoining.
