I want to hear raucous music, to see faces, to brush against bodies, to drink fiery Benedictine. Beautiful women and handsome men arouse fierce desires in me. I want to dance. I want drugs. I want to know perverse people, to be intimate with them. I never look at naive faces. I want to bite into life, and to be torn by it.

The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive.

New York seems conducted by jazz, animated by it. It is essentially a city of rhythm.

Anxiety is loves greatest killer.

There are only two kinds of freedom in the world; the freedom of the rich and powerful, and the freedom of the artist and the monk who renounces possessions.

To think of him in the middle of the day lifts me out of ordinary living.

Poverty is the great reality. That is why the artist seeks it.