Lovers can find nothing to say to each other that has not been said and unsaid a thousand times over. Kisses were invented to translate such nothings into wounds

Let us define 'man' as a poet perpetually conspiring against himself.

The heaviest impact of the work of art is in the guts. Art does not reason. It manhandles you and changes you.

They flower spontaneously out of the demands of our natures - and the best of them lead us not only outward in space, but inward as well.

What are stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing?

I have done so many things in my life," she said to the mirror. "Evil things, perhaps. But never unattentively, never wastefully...was I wrong?

The loved object is simply one that has shared an experience at the same moment of time, narcissistically; and the desire to be near the beloved object is at first not due to the idea of possessing it, but simply to let the two experiences compare themselves, like reflections in different mirrors. All this may precede the first look, kiss, or touch; precede ambition, pride, or envy; precede the first declarations which mark the turning point—for from here love degenerates into habit, possession, and back to loneliness.