When I first met him, he did not care if a friend did not fit into his world, because at that time his world had not been born yet.

Whenever you do something that is not aligned with the yearning or your soul—you create suffering.

Physical experiences, lacking the joys of love, depend on twists and perversions of pleasure. Abnormal pleasures kill the taste for normal ones.

The creative personality never remains fixed on the first world it discovers. It never resigns itself to anything.

The earth is heavy and opaque without dreams.

Acapulco in the sunset seems like a balm; it enters the blood like a drug after one inhalation of the scent of flowers, one glimpse of the bay iridescent like silk, the sunset like the inside of a shell, so much like the flesh of Venus.

He was jealous of her future, and she of his past.