Human beings can reach such desperate solitude that they may cross a boundary beyond which words cannot serve, and at such moments there is nothing left for them but to bark.

To write at the same temperature at which I live I should write nothing but poetry.

Anxiety is loves greatest killer.

We love best those who are, or act for us, a self we do not wish to be or act out.

The body is an instrument which only gives off music when it is used as a body. Always an orchestra, and just as music traverses walls, so sensuality traverses the body and reaches up to ecstasy.

To write is to descend, to excavate, to go underground.

When you possess light within, you see it externally.