The bed must be a beautiful place, not only because you make love there but because you dream there as well.

Idealism is the death of the body and the imagination. All but freedom, utter freedom, is death

You live out the confusions until they become clear.

The only transformer and alchemist that turns everything into gold is love. The only magic against death, aging, ordinary life, is love.

The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself.

I want to fall in love in such a way that the mere sight of a man, even a block away from me, will shake and pierce me, will weaken me, and make me tremble and soften and melt.

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