I have a prejudice against people with money. I have known so many, and none have escaped the corruption of power. In this I am a purist. I love people motivated by love and not by power. If you have money and power, and are motivated by love, you give it all away.

Those who cannot live fully often become destroyers of life.

I don't wish power, only art -art and passion.

I’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.

Violence is a symptom of impotence.

We do not escape into philosophy, psychology, and art--we go there to restore our shattered selves into whole ones.

What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?