I miss the animal buoyancy of New York, the animal vitality. I did not mind that it had no meaning and no depth.

People living deeply have no fear of death.

In New York the acoustics are good for laughter, for life is all external, all action, no thought, no meditation, no dreaming, no reflection, only the exuberance of action.

Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.

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.

We are going to the moon that is not very far. Man has so much farther to go within himself.

When you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for others.