Don't let one cloud obliterate the whole sky.

When I don't write, I feel my world shrinking. I feel I am in a prison. I feel I lose my fire and my color. It should be a necessity, as the sea needs to heave, and I call it breathing.

If you are terribly truthful, the ground will always move from under you, and you will have to shift with the constantly shifting truth.

I love your silences, they are like mine.

When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow.

They courted the face on the screen, the face of translucence, the face of wax on which men found it possible to imprint the image of their fantasy.

To change skins, evolve into new cycles, I feel one has to learn to discard. If one changes internally one should not continue to live with the same objects. They reflect one's mind and psyche of yesterday. I throw away what has no dynamic, living use.