The source of sexual power is curiosity, passion. You are watching its little flame die of asphyxiation.

I adore the struggle you carry in yourself. I adore your terrifying sincerity.

Acapulco in the sunset seems like a balm; it enters the blood like a drug after one inhalation of the scent of flowers, one glimpse of the bay iridescent like silk, the sunset like the inside of a shell, so much like the flesh of Venus.

When your beauty struck me, it dissolved me. Deep down, I am not different from you. I dreamed you, I wished for your existence. I see in you that part of me which is you. I surrender my sincerity because if I love you it means we share the same fantasies, we share the same madness.

Paris-New York, the two high tension magnetic poles between life, life of the senses, of the spirit in Paris, and life in action in New York.

To love and to labor is the sum of living.

It is in the movements of emotional crisis that human beings reveal themselves most accurately.