You cannot save people. You can only love them.
You are the only woman who ever answered the demands of my imagination.
To write at the same temperature at which I live I should write nothing but poetry.
The secret of joy is the mastery of pain.
I am aware of being in a beautiful prison, from which I can only escape by writing.
Since desire always goes towards that which is our direct opposite, it forces us to love that which will make us suffer.