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

Things aren't the way they are, they're the way you are

To write is to descend, to excavate, to go underground.

Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat.

The leaf fall of his words, the stained glass hues of his moods, the rust in his voice, the smoke in his mouth, his breath on my vision like human breath blinding a mirror.

Paris-New York, the two high tension magnetic poles between life, life of the senses, of the spirit in Paris, and life in action in New York.

The love of only one man or one woman is an enclosure.