I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live.

I find that life, day by day, is composed of at least one joy, one problem and one sorrow. Then there are the smaller ingredients: you always learn something, whether useful or harmful - that is difficult to analyze until later; you always give something; you alwayou always grow a little in one direction or another.

The bed must be a beautiful place, not only because you make love there but because you dream there as well.

I did not feel drawn to huxley. He was beautiful physically but again without vibrations or sensory antennae... and I had a painful impression of a psychic blindness. With all his science and knowledge, in the mystic world he blundered.

There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do.

Tropical nights are hammocks for lovers.

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