In chaos, there is fertility.

To think of him in the middle of the day lifts me out of ordinary living.

To commit suicide is easy. To live without a god is more difficult. The drunkenness of triumph is greater than the drunkenness of sacrifice.

She lacks confidence, she craves admiration insatiably. She lives on the reflections of herself in the eyes of others. She does not dare to be herself.

I am aware of being in a beautiful prison, from which I can only escape by writing.

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

I gathered poets around me and we all wrote beautiful erotica. As we were condemned to focus only on sensuality, we had violent explosions of poetry. Writing erotica became a road to sainthood rather than to debauchery.