This diary is my kief, hashish and opium pipe. This is my drug and my vice.

A man who lives unrelated to other human beings dies. But a man who lives unrelated to himself also dies.

Art is the method of levitation, in order to separate one's self from enslavement by the earth.

You marry the day you realize the human defects of your love.

Sometimes I think of Paris not as a city but as a home.

I want to fall in love in such a way that the mere sight of a man, even a block away from me, will shake and pierce me, will weaken me, and make me tremble and soften and melt.

If what Proust says is true, that happiness is the absence of fever, then I will never know happiness. For I am possessed by a fever for knowledge, experience, and creation.