How I hate the attitude of ordinary people to life. How I loathe ordinariness! How from my soul I abhor nice simple people, with their eternal price list. It makes my blood boil.

I want us to be together without bothering about ourselves- to be really together because we ARE together, as if it were a phenomenon, not a thing we have to maintain by our own effort.

What is pornography to one man is the laughter of genius to another.

Poe tried alcohol, and any drug he could lay his hands on. He also tried any human being he could lay his hands on.

Whatever men you take, keep the idea of man intact: let your soul wait whether your body does or not.

The east is not for me--the sensuous spiritual voluptuousness, the curious sensitiveness of the naked people, their black, bottomless, hopeless eyes.

Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.