"We see the world as 'we' are, not as 'it' is; because it is the "I" behind the 'eye' that does the seeing."

The unknown was my compass. The unknown was my encyclopedia. The unnamed was my science and progress.

Something is always born of excess: great art was born of great terror, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it always balances them.

The morning I got up to begin this book I coughed. Something was coming out of my throat: it was strangling me. I broke the thread which held it and yanked it out. I went back to bed and said: I have just spat out my heart.

Sexual intercourse... a joyous, joyous, joyous, joyous impaling of woman on man's sensual mast.

The ivory tower of the artist may be the only stronghold left for human values, cultural treasures, man’s cult of beauty.

In music I feel most deeply the passing of things.