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

We do not see the world as it is. We see the word as we are.

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

It is easy to love and there are so many ways to do it.

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.

We must protect the minority writers because they are the research workers of literature. They keep it alive. It has been fashionable of late to seek out and force such writers into more popular channels, to the detriment of both writer and an unprepared public.

My diary seems to keep me whole.