You live out the confusions until they become clear.

The source of sexual power is curiosity, passion. You are watching its little flame die of asphyxiation.

The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.

The secret of life was Breath. That was what I always wanted my words to do, to Breathe.

To change skins, evolve into new cycles, I feel one has to learn to discard. If one changes internally one should not continue to live with the same objects. They reflect one's mind and psyche of yesterday. I throw away what has no dynamic, living use.

Each friend represents a world in us.

Houses turn to corpses overnight when we cease to live and love in them.