She was a sea: and I had to swim in her.

Welcome to the worst nightmare of all, reality!

Evil, however powerful it seemed,could be undone by its own appetite

One part of love is innocence One part of love is guilt One part the milk that in a sense Is soured as soon as spilt One part of love is sentiment One part of love is lust One part is the presentiment Of our return to dust

No tears, please. It's a waste of good suffering.

My imagination is my polestar; I steer by that.

It is great good health to believe as the Hindus do that there are 33 million gods and goddesses in the world. It is great good health to want to understand one s dreams. It is great good health to desire the ambiguous and paradoxical. It is sickness of the profoundest kind to believe that there is one reality. There is sickness in any piece of work or any piece of art seriously attempting to suggest that the idea that there is more than one reality is somehow redundant.