Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.

At the word witch, we imagine the horrible old crones from Macbeth. But the cruel trials witches suffered teach us the opposite. Many perished precisely because they were young and beautiful.

Every time you date someone with an issue that you have to work to ignore, you're settling.

It is living and ceasing to live that are imaginary solutions. Existence is elsewhere.

For me, the single word "God" suggests everything that is slippery, shady, squalid, foul, and grotesque.

Beauty will be convulsive or will not be at all.

Surrealism will usher you into death, which is a secret society. It will glove your hand, burying therein the profound M with which the word Memory begins.