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

Balance is not to be sought by association with others; it must exist within one's self.

Life is so fluid that one can only hope to capture the living moment, to capture it alive and fresh ... without destroying that moment.

I have so strong a sense of creation, of tomorrow, that I cannot get drunk, knowing I will be less alive, less well, less creative the next day.

What we call our destiny is truly our character and that character can be altered. The knowledge that we are responsible for our actions and attitudes does not need to be discouraging, because it also means that we are free to change this destiny. One is not in bondage to the past, which has shaped our feelings, to race, inheritance, background. All this can be altered if we have the courage to examine how it formed us. We can alter the chemistry provided we have the courage to dissect the elements.

Houses turn to corpses overnight when we cease to live and love in them.

Descendants of pigeons once fed by Keats, Byron, George Sand, Chopin and many other famous lovers are still being fed, and the sudden sound when they all rise together, frightened away, is like the sound of giant sails flapping.