Will you come down and kiss me good night?

I’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.

What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?

... America is the greatest humiliator in existence. It is always cultivating the power you get from humiliating others.

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

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.

Truth is something which can't be told in a few words. Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning.