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.

Love men and women not for their strength but their softness, not for their fullness but their hunger, not for their plenty but their need.

Luxury is not a necessity to me, but beautiful and good things are.

If I love you it means we share the same fantasies, the same madnesses

I don't wish power, only art -art and passion.

The unknown was my compass. The unknown was my encyclopedia. The unnamed was my science and progress.

We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another, unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made of layers, cells, constellations.