I collect human relationships very much the way others collect fine art.

If we reduce social life to the smallest possible unit we will find that there is no social life in the company of one.

I look back into past history, the stored experiences or products of the imagination. I look no further forward than the evening.

I always have a sense of trembling, but so does a compass, after all.

Lovers are not snails; they don't have to protrude from their shells and meet each other halfway. Meet me within your own self.

It seems that what I really want is a drug that will increase my consciousness of others, not myself.

I am inspired by human sexuality. The act itself is mechanical and holds little interest to me.