People seek escape in myth by any means at their disposal, including drugs, alcohol, meditation, and lies.

If it has to choose who is to be crucified, the crowd will always save Barabbas.

Everything one does in life, even love, occurs in an express train racing toward death. To smoke opium is to get out of the train while it is still moving. It is to concern oneself with something other than life or death.

The poet is at the disposal of the night. His role is humble, he must clean house and await its due visitation.

Love is mainly an affair of short spasms. If these spasms disappoint us, love dies. It is very seldom that it weathers the experience and becomes friendship.

The artist must know how far to go too far.

I'm not willing just to be tolerated. That wounds my love of love and of liberty.