To change skins, evolve into new cycles, I feel one has to learn to discard. If one changes internally one should not continue to live with the same objects. They reflect one's mind and psyche of yesterday. I throw away what has no dynamic, living use.

The fiery moments of passionate experience are the moments of wholeness and totality of the personality.

The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.

He had a mania for washing and disinfecting himself. . . . For him the only danger came from the microbes that attacked the body. He had not studied the microbe of conscience which eats into the soul.

The struggle to emerge out of the past, clean of memories; the inadequacy of our hearts to cut life into separate and final portions; the pain of this constant ambivalence and interrelation of emotions; the hunger for frontiers against which we might learn as upon closed doors before we proceed forward; the struggle against diffusion, new beginnings, against finality in acts without finality or end, in our cursedly repercussive being.

Big Business and Politics are twins, they are the monsters who kill everything, corrupt everything.

Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous.