Most sex doesn't really bring people together. You have to reach a certain level of connection, I think, and that's pretty rare.

Whenever I go anywhere but Italy for a vacation, I always feel vaguely disappointed, as if I have made a mistake.

There is nothing fiercer than a failed artist. The energy remains, but, having no outlet, it implodes in a great black fart of rage which smokes up all the inner windows of the soul. Horrible as successful artists often are, there is nothing crueler or more vain than a failed artist.

A Soul is partly given, partly wrought; remember always that you are the Maker of your own Soul.

Women are not the richer sex. Women are not equal in society.

I am against censorship. I prefer the chaos of uncontrollable communication of all sorts to selective banning of certain materials. I do not think human beings can be trusted to be above politics and to promote the common good. One group's common good is another group's evil.

How could one create life with someone who represented death?