Everything can happen, everything is possible and probable. Time and place do not exist; on a significant bases of reality, the imagination spins, weaving new patterns; a mixture of memories, experiences, free fancies, incongruities and improvisations.

Society is a madhouse whose wardens are the officials and the police.

It's wonderful how, the moment you talk about God and love, your voice becomes hard, and your eyes fill with hatred. No, Margret, you certainly haven't the true faith.

I, too, am beginning to feel an immense need to become a savage and create a new world.

That is the thankless position of the father in the family-the provider for all, and the enemy of all.

Silence hides nothing. Words conceal.

When I free my body from its clothes, from all their buttons, belts, and laces, it seems to me that my soul takes a deeper, freer breath.