I often see how you sob over what you destroy, how you want to stop and just worship; and you do stop, and then a moment later you are at it again with a knife, like a surgeon.

Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together.

One discovers that destiny can be diverted, that one does not have to remain in bondage to the first wax imprint made on childhood sensibilities. Once the deforming mirror has been smashed, there is a possibility of wholeness. There is a possibility of joy.

Tropical nights are hammocks for lovers.

When I cannot bear outer pressures anymore, I begin to put order in my belongings...As if unable to organize and control my life, I seek to exert this on the world of objects.

Sexual intercourse... a joyous, joyous, joyous, joyous impaling of woman on man's sensual mast.

jazz is the expression of America's romantic self, its sensual potency, its lyrical force.