The morning I got up to begin this book I coughed. Something was coming out of my throat: it was strangling me. I broke the thread which held it and yanked it out. I went back to bed and said: I have just spat out my heart.

There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do.

There is a resemblance between men and women, not a contrast. When a man begins to recognize his feeling, the two unite. When men accept the sensitive side of themselves, they come alive.

Sexual intercourse... a joyous, joyous, joyous, joyous impaling of woman on man's sensual mast.

atrophy of feeling creates criminals.

Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it.

Someone told me the delightful story of the crusader who put a chastity belt on his wife and gave the key to his best friend for safekeeping, in case of his death. He had ridden only a few miles away when his friend, riding hard, caught up with him, saying 'You gave me the wrong key!