We three belong to the Middle Ages. We have this need of heroism, and there is no place for such feelings in modern life. That is our tragedy. Once I wanted to be a saint. It seemed the only absolute act left to do, for what is most powerful in me is the craving for purity, greatness.

We are beginning to see the influence of dream upon reality and reality upon dream.

In each studio there is a human being dressed in the full regalia of his myth fearing to expore a vulnerable opening, spreading not his charms but his defences, plotting to disrobe, somewhere along the night-- his body without the aperture of the heart or his heart with a door closed to his body. thus keeping one compartment for refuge, one uninvaded cell.

Anxiety is love's greatest killer, because it is like the stranglehold of the drowning.

I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy.

We do not escape into philosophy, psychology, and art--we go there to restore our shattered selves into whole ones.

Eroticism is one of the basic means of self-knowledge, as indispensable as poetry.