The truly faithless one is the one who makes love to only a fraction of you. And denies the rest.

The love of only one man or one woman is an enclosure.

I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason.

You must not fear, hold back, count or be a miser with your thoughts and feelings. It is also true that creation comes from an overflow, so you have to learn to intake, to imbibe, to nourish yourself and not be afraid of fullness. The fullness is like a tidal wave which then carries you, sweeps you into experience and into writing.

When I hear of people who weary of each other, I believe it is because they have sought virtues in themselves alone, attractions of physical beauty. Have they based their love on each other's thoughts? Who can weary of thoughts which change every day?

Innocence was gone from all our acts. Our habitual state of rebellion became a serious political crime.

There were silences in my head. I could abandon myself completely to the pleasure of multiple relationships, to the beauty of the day, to the joys of the day. It was as if a cancer in me had ceased gnawing me. The cancer of introspection.