What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?

I miss the animal buoyancy of New York, the animal vitality. I did not mind that it had no meaning and no depth.

Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through.

I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason.

He does not need opium. He has the gift of reverie.

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

The earth is heavy and opaque without dreams.