I wanted to remember in order to be able to return.

I have this weird obsession about buying books and looking at them with a smile, even if I won't read them soon. At least they are mine now.

Jazz is the music of the body. The breath comes through brass. It is the body's breath, and the strings' wails and moans are echoes of the body's music. It is the body's vibrations which ripple from the fingers. And the mystery of the withheld theme, known to jazz musicians alone, is like the mystery of our secret life. We give to others only peripheral improvisations.

I see enormous loves growing immense and finally crushing me.

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.

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

My first vision of earth was water veiled. I am of the race of men and women who see all things through this curtain of sea and my eyes are the color of water.