The violence and obscenity are left unadulterated, as manifestation of the mystery and pain which ever accompanies the act of creation.

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.

While analyzing so many people I realized the constant need of a mother, or a father, or a god (the same thing) is really immaturity. It is a childish need, a human need, but so universal that I can see how it gave birth to all religions.

There is an ugliness in being paid for work one does not like.

Had I not created my whole world, I would certainly have died in other people’s.

Nowhere is inhumanity more revealed than in hospitals.

Poetry, which is our relation to the senses, enables us to retain a living relationship to all things. It is the quickest means of transportation to reach dimensions above or beyond the traps set by the so-called realists. It is a way to learn levitation and travel in liberated continents, to travel by moonlight as well as sunlight.