I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.

The body is an instrument which only gives off music when it is used as a body.

Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.

I cannot concentrate all my friendship on any single one of my friends because no one is complete enough in himself.

One always, sooner or later, comes upon a city which is an image of one's inner cities. Fez is an image of my inner self. ... The layers of the city of Fez are like the layers and secrecies of the inner life. One needs a guide. ... There were in Fez, as in my life, streets which led nowhere, impasses which remained a mystery.

Some people read to confirm their own hopelessness. Others read to be rescued from it.

My life is not possible to tell. I change every day, change my patterns, my concepts, my interpretations. I am a series of moods and sensations. I play a thousand roles. I weep when I find others play them for me. My real self is unknown. My work is merely an essence of this vast and deep adventure.