Money is our madness, our vast collective madness.

... he preferred his own madness, to the regular sanity. He rejoiced in his own madness, he was free. He did not want that old sanity of the world, which was become so repulsive. He rejoiced in the new-found world of his madness. It was so fresh and delicate and so satisfying.

You have to have something vicious in you to be a creative writersomething old-adamish, incompatible to the "ordinary world.

Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot.

[Man's] life consists in a relation with all things: stone, earth, trees, flowers, water, insects, fishes, birds, creatures, sun,rainbow, children, women, other men. But his greatest and final relation is with the sun.

The great living experience for every man is his adventure into the woman. The man embraces in the woman all that is not himself, and from that one resultant, from that embrace, comes every new action.

Sing then the core of dark and absolute oblivion where the soul at last is lost in utter peace.