The core of creation is to summon an image and the power to work with the image.

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

I walked into my own book, seeking peace. It was night, and I made a careless movement inside the dream; I turned too brusquely the corner and I bruised myself against my madness.

Luxury is not a necessity to me, but beautiful and good things are.

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

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

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.