We become imprisoned by our memories, and that makes our lives wretched.

A prayer couched in the words of the soul, is far more powerful than any ritual.

She imagined herself both queen and slave, dominatrix and victim. In her imagination she was making love with men of all skin colors--white, black, yellow--with homosexuals and beggars. She was anyone's, and anyone could do anything to her. She had one, two, three orgasms, one after another. She imagined everything she had never imagined before, and she gave herself to all that was most base and most pure.

I prefer to be crazy and happy rather than normal and bitter.

Death frees from the fear of dying

We must struggle for our dreams, but when certain paths prove impossible, it would be best to save our energies in order to travel other roads.

To heal our wounds, we need courage to face them.