It is good for a man to invite his ghosts into his warm interior, out of the wild night, into the firelight, out of the howling dark.

Mine the long night The secret place Where lovers meet In long embrace In purple dark In silvered kiss Forget the world And grasp your bliss

Dorothy was in that state human beings passed through at the beginning of a love affair, in which they desire to say anything and everything to the beloved, to the alter ego, before they have learned what the real Other can and can't understand, can and can't accept.

Creative Writing was not a form of psychotherapy, in ways both sublime and ridiculuous, it clearly was, precisely that.

Art does not exist for politics, or for instruction- it exists primarily for pleasure, or it is nothing.

I did a lot of my writing as though I was an academic, doing some piece of research as perfectly as possible.

I don't like gurus. I don't like people who ask you to follow or believe. I like people who ask you to think independently.