[Fall, 1951]To me Acapulco is the detoxicating cure for all the evils of the city: ambition, vanity, quest for success in money, the continuous contagious presence of power-driven, obsessed individual...
Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous. I want to be a writer who reminds others that these moments exist; I...
It is true that I create over and over again the same difficulties for myself in order to struggle over and over again to master them [but] to continually struggle against the and to continually fail...
I have decided that if analysis is a hothouse, a hastening of wisdom and growth, nevertheless the life experience must be actually lived out and through, completely, in spite of it; everything that is...
Am I creating my own isolation? It seems to me that most of my acts are acts of integrity. So much takes place within me each day that by comparison I find a paucity, a stinginess, a silence in people...
Truth is something which can't be told in a few words. Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning.
A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the sun, a bird settled on the fire escape, joy in the task of coffee, joy accompanied me as I walked.
Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.
Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.
سمعت الخفقان لنبضات قلبي ، سمعت وقع خطوات أحلامي ، وكانت نبضة الزمن ضائعة بينهما مثل وجه الحقيقة
When I am happy it is so rare. I need to dwell on it, to contemplate it. What a hunger, a craving for beautiful things.
What you burnt, broke, and tore is still in my hands. I am the keeper of fragile things and I have kept of you what is indissoluble.
We do not escape into philosophy, psychology, and art--we go there to restore our shattered selves into whole ones.
We can build a palace around us if everything is right between us.
The enemy of a love is never outside, it's not a man or a woman, it's what we lack in ourselves.
She was sewing together the little proofs of his devotion out of which to make a garment for her tattered love and faith. He cut into the faith with negligent scissors, and she mended and sewed and re...
I prefer by far the warmth and softness to mere brilliancy and coldness. Some people remind me of sharp dazzling diamonds. Valuable but lifeless and loveless. Others, of the simplest field flowers, wi...
Before, as soon as I came home from all sorts of places I would sit down and write in my journal. Now I want to write you, talk with you... I love when you say all that happens is good, it is good. I...
And sometimes I believe your relentless analysis of June leaves something out, which is your feeling for her beyond knowledge, or in spite of knowledge. I often see how you sob over what you destroy,...
When one is pretending the entire body revolts.