You don't need a framework. You need a painting, not a frame.

When you are there, you are. With words, you aren't.

I've solved the mystery: You have to submit silently. Open up, let go. Let anything penetrate you, even the most painful things. Endure. Bear up. That's the magic key! The text comes by itself, and its meaning shakes the soul. You mustn't let scar tissue form on your wounds; you have to keep ripping them open in order to turn your insides into a marvelous instrument that is capable of anything. All this has its price.

You don't need a framework. You need a painting, not a frame.

I actually get venereal disease more often than most people catch colds.

You leap over the wall of one ghetto and find yourself in another ghetto.

Whenever I was with a woman, I always sort of want another one. So there was always another one. I can't explain this, but it means that these women, they were not sharing my solitude.