When others asked the truth of me, I was convinced it was not the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could bear to live with.
The value of the personal relationship to all things is that it creates intimacy and intimacy creates understanding and understanding creates love.
In chaos, there is fertility.
I have no brakes on...analysis is for those who are paralyzed by life.
I write emotional algebra.
In New York the acoustics are good for laughter, for life is all external, all action, no thought, no meditation, no dreaming, no reflection, only the exuberance of action.