New York has an electronic heart.

Strange, isn't it, that no chemical will give a human being the iridescence that illusions have given them? Give me your hat.

Then at certain moments I remember one of his words and I suddenly feel the sensual woman flaring up, as if violently caressed. I say the word to myself, with joy. It is at such a moment that my true body lives.

All those who try to unveil the mysteries always have tragic lives. At the end they are always punished.

I have this weird obsession about buying books and looking at them with a smile, even if I won't read them soon. At least they are mine now.

Dreams are necessary to life.

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.