Maybe being oneself is always an acquired taste.

People come and go in life, but they never leave your dreams. Once they're in your subconscious, they are immortal.

Maybe being oneself is always an acquired taste.

What is remembered is what becomes reality.

Time, we like to say, cures all. But maybe the old saying doesn’t mean time heals. Time cures a secret in its brine, keeping it and finally, paradoxically, destroying it. Nothing is left in that salt solution but the pain or rage, the biting shame that lodged it there. Even they are diluted or denied.

The real subject of autobiography is not one's experience but one's consciousness. Memoirists use the self as a tool.

The golden light of metaphor, which is the intelligence of poetry, was implicit in alchemical study. To change, magically, one substance into another, more valuable one is the ancient function of metaphor, as it was of alchemy.