The first hope of a painter who feels hopeful about painting is the hope that the painting will move, that it will live outside its frame.

I like loving. I like mostly all the ways one can have of having loving feelings in them. Slowly it has come to be in me that any way of being a loving one is interesting and not unpleasant to me.

Patriarchal Poetry makes mistakes.

It is nice in France they adapt themselves to everything slowly they change completely but all the time they know that they are as they were.

it is all the question of identity. ... As long as the outside does not put a value on you it remains outside but when it does put a value on you then it gets inside or rather if the outside puts a value on you then all your inside gets to be outside.

Dogs are dogs, you sometimes think that they are not but they are. And they always are here there and everywhere.

It is very difficult in quarreling to be certain in either one what the other one is remembering. It is very often astonishing to each one quarreling to find out what the other one was remembering for quarreling. Mostly in quarreling not any one is finding out what the other one is remembering for quarreling, what the other one is remembering from quarreling.