I like extravagance. Letters which give the postman a stiff back to carry, books which overflow from their covers, sexuality which bursts the thermometers.

... only love begets love.

The creative personality never remains fixed on the first world it discovers. It never resigns itself to anything.

atrophy of feeling creates criminals.

I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason.

Sexual intercourse... a joyous, joyous, joyous, joyous impaling of woman on man's sensual mast.

The value of the personal relationship to all things is that it creates intimacy and intimacy creates understanding and understanding creates love.