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

Analysis does not take into account the creative products of neurotic desires.

Compassion for our parents is the true sign of maturity.

If I love you it means we share the same fantasies, the same madnesses

I want to do things so wild with you that I don't know how to say them.

We sit on the kitchen exchanging these diabolical outgrowths of overfertile minds.

I looked upon a clock to find the truth. The hours were passing like ivory chess figures, striking piano notes, and the minutes raced on wires mounted like tin soldiers. Hours like tall ebony women with gongs between their legs, tolling continuously so that I could not count them. I heard the rolling of my heart-beats; I heard the footsteps of my dreams, and the beat of time was lost among them like the face of truth.