I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the...
Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
I walked into my own book, seeking peace.It was night, and I made a careless movement inside the dream; I turned too brusquely the corner and I bruised myself against my madness.
When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons.
There is a fissure in my vision and madness will always rush through.
It is right that you should read according to your temperament, occupations, hobbies, and vocations. But it is a sign of great inner insecurity to be hostile to the unfamiliar, unwilling to explore th...
لم أعرف في كياني غير الكرب ، الكرب على شيء ضائع
Jazz is the music of the body. The breath comes through brass. It is the body’s breath, and the strings’ wails and moans are echoes of the body’s music. It is the body’s vibrations which ripple from t...
The only abnormality is the incapacity to love.
Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat.
You are that to me, an oasis. You drug me and at the same time you give me strength.
You cannot do any more for me, I said. Since I have begun to depend on you I feel weaker than ever before. I have disappointed you by acting neurotically at the very moment when I should have shown th...
Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy.
Men from the mountains always dream of the sea, and above all things I love to travel.
At first I protested and rebelled against poetry. I was about to deny my poetic worlds. I was doing violence to my illusions with analysis, science, and learning Henry’s language, entering Henry’s wor...
When you trust, you are tender and delicate, but when you doubt, you are dangerous and destructive
The monster I kill every day is the monster of realism. The monster who attacks me every day is destruction. Out of the duel comes the transformation. I turn destruction into creation over and over ag...
No privacy left. No manners.
His entire body was pleading for reassurance, and if her whole love was not enough what else could she give him to cure his doubt?
He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.