Confront all the angry thoughts, feelings, the jealousies and condemnations, to find their cause, seek the root of such feelings and then operate on that. Need of security and reassurance can cause cr...
Then at certain moments I remember one of his words and I suddenly feel the sensual woman flaring up, as if violently caressed. I say the word to myself, with joy. It is at such a moment that my true...
I wept because from now on I will weep less. I wept because I have lost my pain and I am not yet accustomed to its absence.
I never lose sight of the whole. An impeccable dress is made to be lived in, to be torn, wet, stained, crumpled.
I am sure you would not understand if I told you my father is delightfully clear and selfish, tender and lying, formal and incurable. He exhausts all the loves given to him. If I did not leave his hou...
Each one of us possesses in himself a separate and distinct city, a unique city, as we possess different aspects of the same person.
Djuna had wanted a life of desire and freedom, not luxury but beauty, not security but fulfillment, not perfection but a perfect moment like this one...
But love, the great narcotic, was the hothouse in which all the selves burst into their fullest bloom...
We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.
One must be thrust out of a finished cycle in life and that leap is the most difficult to make-to part with one's faith one's love when one would prefer to renew the faith and recreate the passion.
There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do.
It was this that frightened me--the sense that behind the lay concealed a little bourgeoise who wanted security in love.
In this instant of danger they realized they were each other's reason for living, and into this instant they threw their whole being.
I had a feeling that Pandora's box contained the mysteries of woman's sensuality, so different from a man's and for which man's language was so inadequate. The language of sex had yet to be invented....
Every word spoken in the past accumulated forms and colors in the self. What flows through the veins besides blood is the distillation of every act committed, the sediment of all the visions, wishes,...
When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow.
Good things happen to those who hustle.
It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it.
The magic beauty of simultaneity, to see the loved one rushing toward you at the same moment you are rushing toward him, the magic power of meeting, exactly at midnight to achieve union, the illusion...
Paul, Paul, this is the claim you never made, the fervor you never showed. You were so cool and light, so elusive, and I never felt you encircling me and claiming possession. Rango is saying all the w...