Perhaps our only sickness is to desire a truth which we cannot bear rather than to rest content with the fictions we manufacture out of each other.

Very few people realise that sex is a psychic and not a physical act. The clumsy coupling of human beings is simply a biological paraphrase of this truth - a primitive method of introducing minds to each other, engaging them. But most people are stuck in the physical aspect, unaware of the poetic rapport which it so clumsily tries to teach.

A woman's best love letters are always written to the man she is betraying.

Whatever the heart desires, it purchases at the cost of soul

I see artists as a great battalion moving through paint, words, music towards cosmological interpretation.

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

Of women, the most we can say, not being Frenchmen, is that they are burrowing animals.