For too many centuries women have been being muses to artists. I wanted to be the muse, I wanted to be the wife of the artist, but I was really trying to avoid the final issue — that I had to do the job myself.

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

Had I not created my whole world, I would certainly have died in other people’s.

The enemy of a love is never outside, it's not a man or woman, it's what we lack in ourselves.

For too many centuries women have been being muses to artists. I wanted to be the muse, I wanted to be the wife of the artist, but I was really trying to avoid the final issue — that I had to do the job myself.

He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.

Every individual is representative of the whole . . . and should be intimately understood, and this would give a far greater understanding of mass movements and sociology.