With her eyes alone she could give this response, this absolutely erotic response, as if febrile waves were trembling there, pools of madness... something devouring that could lick a man all over like a flame, annihilate him, with a pleasure never known before.

When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow.

I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.

Nothing endures unless it has first been transposed into a myth, and the great advantage of myths is that they are ladies with portable roots.

Sometimes we reveal ourselves when we are least like ourselves.

Travel is seeking the lost paradise. It is the supreme illusion of love.

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