Adolescence is like cactus..

I cannot concentrate all my friendship on any single one of my friends because no one is complete enough in himself..

We see things the way we are, not the way they are..

Writers do not live one life, they live two. There is the living and then there is the writing. There is the second tasting, the delayed reaction..

We are beginning to see the influence of dream upon reality and reality upon dream..

It is difficult to live with the pure. They do not condemn you; they forgive you. This forgiveness is more terrible than a judgment..

If you can't create, you destroy..

The city was asleep on its right side and shaking with violent nightmares. Long puffs of snoring came out of the chimneys. Its feet were sticking out….

All of my creation is an effort to weave a web of connection with the world: I am always weaving it because it was once broken..

Big Business and Politics are twins, they are the monsters who kill everything, corrupt everything..

I'm restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again. ANAÏS NIN, Fire: From "A Journal of Love" The Unexpurgated Diar….

I have no brakes on...analysis is for those who are paralyzed by life..

I am in great terror of your understanding by which you penetrate into my world; and then I stand revealed and I have shared my kingdom with you..

Creation which cannot express itself becomes madness..

I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living..

It is in the movements of emotional crisis that human beings reveal themselves most accurately..

Descendants of pigeons once fed by Keats, Byron, George Sand, Chopin and many other famous lovers are still being fed, and the sudden sound when they….

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, ….

If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it..

Only when the poet and the scientist work in unison will we have living experiences and knowledge of the marvels of the universe as they are being di….

I can’t let you go now. I want to go places with you; obscure little places, just to be able to say: here I came with her..