“It's dark out, Jack, the stations out there don't identify themselves, we're in it raw-blind like burned rats, it's running out all around us, the footprints of the beast, one nobody has any notion of. The white and vacant eyes of something above there, something that doesn't know we exist. I smell heartbreak up there, Jack, a heartbreak at the center of things, and in which we don't figure at all.”
“Greatness and Truth can never be in danger from these murdering wretches. To perform one's duty, be it now, be it clean, and be it done with humility… A man is a sacred thing. ANY ACTION OR THOUGHT WHICH INJURES THE HUMAN IMAGINATION IS EVIL.”
"There is always, of course, between words and the meaning of words, an area which is not to be penetrated. I think this is, once again, the region of magic, the place of the priestly interpreter of nature, the man who identifies himself with all things and with all beings, and who suffers and exalts with all of these."
"I don’t know. I would answer you in this way: as is commonly thought, no one has a true picture of himself, so in my opinion people never have a true picture of their fellows, so that there is always the difficulty of not only communicating with one another but having the vocabulary, the substance, to communicate to another mind. It’s a difficult thing. I think, for instance, of someone like William Shakespeare as the prime example of a man who was capable of being the most secret and creative and personal being—at the same time he had the capacity to understand and to feel what other people were, what they were thinking, what they were experiencing. This to me is a miraculous thing. It has happened very few times in the arts. I think someone similar to Shakespeare, although it would be difficult to make a very sound case, but similar in the way I’m attributing to Shakespeare, what Blake felt—the universal in the grain of sand, all humanity in one person. And that one person being all people. Shakespeare demonstrated this, this is what Shakespeare does. Shakespeare shows in his plays that this is true, that all people are one person, and they are all understood, they are all…"
"The moment the artists is asked about his influences he of necessity flounders, I believe. Because it is not the nature of the artist to know what his true influences are, or what they have been, and I’m not by this statement saying that it remains for a third party to know. I think that the mystery of life will ring in the work, and when it rings most strongly, truly and honestly, it will ring with a sense of mystery."