Saw him as a saint. His attitude silenced me. From that moment on, if he had been brought back to me dead on a stretcher, I would not have cared. He cannot hurt me any more.
You are the only woman who ever answered the demands of my imagination.
What I corrupted was what is called the truth in favour of a more marvelous world. I could always improve on the facts.[...] in self-defense, I accuse the writers of fairy-tales. Not hunger, not cruel...
We celebrate peace. Yet we pay no attention to the ways of curing aggression in human beings. And when one sees in psychoanalysis hostility disappearing as people conquer their fears, one wonders if t...
To capture the drama of the unconscious, one had to start with the key, and the key was the dream. But the novelist’s task was to pursue this dream, to unravel its meaning; the goal was to reach the r...
There is no bleaker moment in life of the city than that one which crosses the boundary lines between those who have not slept all night and those who are going to work. It was for Sabina as if two ra...
The light was crude. It made Artaud's eyes shrink into darkness, as they are deep-set. This brought into relief the intensity of his gestures. He looked tormented. His hair, rather long, fell at times...
She was now afraid to yield to passion, and because she could not yield to the larger impulses it became essential also to not yield to the small ones, even if her adversary were in the right. She was...
No moment of charm without long roots in the past, no moment of charm is born on bare soil, a careless accident of beauty, but is the sum of great sorrows, growths, and efforts.
He had not touched me. He did not need to. His presence had affected me in such a way that I felt as if he had caressed me for a long time.
For you and for me the highest moment, the keenest joy, is not when our minds dominate but when we lose our minds, and you and I both lose it in the same way, through love.
I was thinking of my patients and how the worst moment for them was when they discovered they were masters of bad or good luck. When they could no longer blame fate they were in despair.
There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cel...
I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy.
Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.
يهدهدني صوت الماء وخفقان الحواس البطيء والحركة الرقيقة للحرير
كلنا مثخنون بالشروخ والازدواجات والتناقضات
الشئ الوحيد الذي أشعر به أحياناً هو الخوف ، الخوف الرهيب الذي يصيبني بعدم الإدراك أحياناً مثل نوبة من الجنون .
You are the poet, you walk inside my dreams...
Will you come down and kiss me good night?