A man fell in love with Jeanne, and she tried to love him. But she complained that he uttered such ordinary words, that he could never say the magic phrase which would open her being.

Poetry is the alchemy which teaches us to convert ordinary materials into gold.

I made no resolutions for the New Year. The habit of making plans, of criticizing, sanctioning and molding my life, is too much of a daily event for me.

Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy.

The ivory tower of the artist may be the only stronghold left for human values, cultural treasures, man’s cult of beauty.

It amazes me that you feel that each time you write a story you give away one of your dreams and you feel the poorer for it. But then you have not thought that this dream is planted in others, others begin to live it too, it is shared, it is the beginning of friendship and love. How is this world made which you enjoy, the friends around me that you love? They came because I first gave away my stories.

Mature people relate to each other without the need to merge.