To write is to descend, to excavate, to go underground.
Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous.
I only believe in fire. Life. Fire. Being myself on fire I set others on fire. Never death. Fire and life.
The personal, if it is deep enough, becomes universal, mythical, symbolic.
You are the only woman who ever answered the demands of my imagination.
He does not need opium. He has the gift of reverie.