Nowhere is inhumanity more revealed than in hospitals.

I seek the real stuff of life. Profound drama.

We speak of the masculine and the feminine, but they are the wrong labels. It is really more a matter of poetry versus intellectualization.

The body is an instrument which only gives off music when it is used as a body. Always an orchestra, and just as music traverses walls, so sensuality traverses the body and reaches up to ecstasy.

The leaf fall of his words, the stained glass hues of his moods, the rust in his voice, the smoke in his mouth, his breath on my vision like human breath blinding a mirror.

Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.

When I am most deeply rooted, I feel the wildest desire to uproot myself.