A man who lives unrelated to other human beings dies. But a man who lives unrelated to himself also dies.

atrophy of feeling creates criminals.

This diary is my kief, hashish and opium pipe. This is my drug and my vice.

Eroticism is one of the basic means of self-knowledge, as indispensable as poetry.

Acapulco in the sunset seems like a balm; it enters the blood like a drug after one inhalation of the scent of flowers, one glimpse of the bay iridescent like silk, the sunset like the inside of a shell, so much like the flesh of Venus.

Analysis does not take into account the creative products of neurotic desires.

I like extravagance. Letters which give the postman a stiff back to carry, books which overflow from their covers, sexuality which bursts the thermometers.