You know a real friend?
Someone you know will look after your cat after you are gone.
Panic is the sudden realization that everything around you is alive.
Rock and Roll adolescent hoodlums storm the streets of all nations. They rush into the Louvre and throw acid in the Mona Lisa’s face.
We are the cats inside. We are the cats who cannot walk alone, and for us there is only one place.
The price an artist pays for doing what he wants is that he has to do it.
You know, they ask me if I were on a desert island and I knew nobody would ever see what I wrote, would I go on writing. My answer is most emphatically yes. I would go on writing for company. Because I'm creating an imaginary - it's always imaginary - world in which I would like to live.
(Interview, The Paris Review)