Your eyes make me shy

I am only responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing my darling. Only a fool would give out such a vital organ

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

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

There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person.

Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous. I want to be a writer who reminds others that these moments exist; I want to prove that there is infinite space, infinite meaning, infinite dimension. But I am not always in what I call a state of grace. I have days of illuminations and fevers. I have days when the music in my head stops. Then I mend socks, prune trees, can fruits, polish furniture. But while I am doing this I feel I am not living.

myself ... is merely an instrument to connect life and a myth