It's autumn and everybody feels like a disembodied spirit then.

We don't exist unless we are deeply and sensually in touch with that which can be touched but not known.

My belief is in the blood and flesh as being wiser than the intellect. The body-unconsciou s is where life bubbles up in us. It is how we know that we are alive, alive to the depths of our souls and in touch somewhere with the vivid reaches of the cosmos.

When love turns into dust, money becomes the substitution.

Nobody can have the soul of me. My mother has had, and nobody can have it again. Nobody can come into my very self again, and breathe me like an atmosphere.

Every man has a mob self and an individual self, in varying proportions.

Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.