Analysis does not take into account the creative products of neurotic desires.
I walk ahead of myself in perpetual expectancy of miracles.
We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection.
When one is pretending the entire body revolts.
One must be thrust out of a finished cycle in life, and that leap is the most difficult to make - to part with one's faith, one's love, when one would prefer to renew the faith and recreate the passion.
My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living.