Introspection is a devouring monster. You have to feed it with much material, much experience, many people, many places, many loves, many creations, and then it ceases feeding on you.

You marry the day you realize the human defects of your love.

Expressing feelings is linked directly with creation... In this ability to tap the sources of feeling and imagination lies the secret of abundance.

I wanted to remember in order to be able to return.

Writers do not live one life, they live two. There is the living and then there is the writing. There is the second tasting, the delayed reaction.

I have no brakes on...analysis is for those who are paralyzed by life.

This diary is my kief, hashish and opium pipe. This is my drug and my vice.