atrophy of feeling creates criminals.

Since desire always goes towards that which is our direct opposite, it forces us to love that which will make us suffer.

Nothing endures unless it has first been transposed into a myth, and the great advantage of myths is that they are ladies with portable roots.

I was stirred only like a leaf in the wind, that is all. . .

To lie, of course, is to engender insanity.

We also write to heighten our own awareness of life... We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection... We write to be able to transcend our life, to reach beyond it...to teach ourselves to speak with others, to record the journey into the labyrinth. We write to expand our world when we feel strangled, or constricted, or lonely... When I don't write, I feel my world shrinking... I feel I lose my fire and my color.

Self-destructive patterns cause as much suffering as outer catastrophes.