When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow.

The artist is the only one who knows that the world is a subjective creation, that there is a choice to be made, a selection of elements.

I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go.

I can elect something I love and absorb myself in it.

If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it.

Sexual intercourse... a joyous, joyous, joyous, joyous impaling of woman on man's sensual mast.

I have seen romanticism outlast the realistic. I have seen men forget the beautiful women they have possessed, forget the prostitutes, and remember the first woman they idolized, the woman they could never have. The woman who aroused them romantically holds them.