My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living.

When I am most deeply rooted, I feel the wildest desire to uproot myself.

I want to make my own discoveries…….penetrate the evil which attracts me

I want to hear raucous music, to see faces, to brush against bodies, to drink fiery Benedictine. Beautiful women and handsome men arouse fierce desires in me. I want to dance. I want drugs. I want to know perverse people, to be intimate with them. I never look at naive faces. I want to bite into life, and to be torn by it.

We are never trapped unless we choose to be.

Shame is the lie someone told you about yourself.

The self is merely the lens through which we see others and the world.