Our own physical body possesses a wisdom which we who inhabit the body lack. We give it orders which make no sense.

And for that one moment of freedom you have to listen to all that love crap... it drive me nuts sometimes... I want to kick them out immediately... I do now and then. But that doesn't keep them away. They like it, in fact. The less you notice them the more they chase after you. There's something perverse about women... they're all masochists at heart.

We must get going. Tomorrow, tomorrow.

And what is the potential man, after all? Is he not the sum of all that is human? Divine, in other words?

What holds the world together, as I have learned from bitter experience, is sexual intercourse.

The goal of life is not to possess power but to radiate it.

My understanding of the meaning of a book is that the book itself disappears from sight, that it is chewed alive, digested and incorporated into the system as flesh and blood which in turn creates new spirit and reshapes the world.