And silence. She liked the silence most of all. The silence in which the body, senses, the instincts, are more alert, more powerful, more sensitized, live a more richly perfumed and intoxication life, instead of transmuting into thoughts, words, into exquisite abstractions, mathematics of emotion in place of violent impact, the volcanic eruptions of fever, lust and delight.

Tropical nights are hammocks for lovers.

I only believe in fire. Life. Fire. Being myself on fire I set others on fire. Never death. Fire and life.

My trunk, valises and my mind are overpacked.

A man who lives unrelated to other human beings dies. But a man who lives unrelated to himself also dies.

We cannot cure the evils of politics with politics.

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