Keeping a Diary all my life helped me to discover some basic elements essential to the vitality of writing.

Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together.

The way to recognize a dead word is that it exudes boredom.

Is devotion to others a cover for the hungers and the needs of the self, of which one is ashamed? I was always ashamed to take. So I gave. It was not virtue. It was a disguise.

Passion gives me moments of wholeness.

Big Business and Politics are twins, they are the monsters who kill everything, corrupt everything.

I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.