Our age has need of violence," he writes. And he is violence.
He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.
Jazz is the music of the body.
He understands my pity for his ridiculous, humiliating physical necessity.
The one who travels like a lover searching for a new passion is suddenly blessed with new eyes, new ears, new senses.
Self-destructive patterns cause as much suffering as outer catastrophes.