The only realism in art is of the imagination.

No ideas but in things.

Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Your knees are a southern breeze.

I'll write whatever I damn please, whenever I damn please and as I damn please and it'll be good if the authentic spirit of change is on it.

One thing I am convinced more and more is true, and that is this: The only way to be truly happy is to make others happy. When you realize that and take advantage of the fact, everything is made perfect.

Dissonance / (if you are interested) / leads to discovery.

For the beginning is assuredly the end- since we know nothing, pure and simple, beyond our own complexities.