I seek the real stuff of life. Profound drama.

Our age has need of violence," he writes. And he is violence.

Balance is not to be sought by association with others; it must exist within one's self.

I despise my own hypersensitiveness, which requires so much reassurance. It is certainly abnormal to crave so much to be loved and understood.

destruction is ultimately self-destruction.

There were silences in my head. I could abandon myself completely to the pleasure of multiple relationships, to the beauty of the day, to the joys of the day. It was as if a cancer in me had ceased gnawing me. The cancer of introspection.

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