Art is the method of levitation, in order to separate one's self from enslavement by the earth.

I love the abstract, delicate, profound, vague, voluptuously wordless sensation of living ecstatically.

In my dreams I sleep with everybody.

For you and for me the highest moment, the keenest joy, is not when our minds dominate but when we lose our minds, and you and I both lose it in the same way, through love.

We efface an hour by passionate love, without twists, without aftertaste. When it is finished, it is not finished, we lie still in each other's arms lulled by our love, by tenderness -- sensuality in which the whole being can participate.

When I don't write, I feel my world shrinking. I feel I am in a prison. I feel I lose my fire and my color. It should be a necessity, as the sea needs to heave, and I call it breathing.

Experience teaches acceptance of the imperfect as life.