He does not need opium. He has the gift of reverie.

The suppression of inner patterns in favor of patterns created by society is dangerous to us.

For too many centuries women have been being muses to artists. I wanted to be the muse, I wanted to be the wife of the artist, but I was really trying to avoid the final issue — that I had to do the job myself.

I don't tell the truth any more to those who can't make use of it. I tell it mostly to myself, because it always changes me.

I wanted to remember in order to be able to return.

Human beings can reach such desperate solitude that they may cross a boundary beyond which words cannot serve, and at such moments there is nothing left for them but to bark.

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