Don't let one cloud obliterate the whole sky..

The secret of joy is the mastery of pain..

Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage..

In every relationship, sooner or later, there is a court scene. Accusations, counter-accusations, a trial, a verdict..

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 mys….

There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment….

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 wr….

I want to hear raucous music, to see faces, to brush against bodies, to drink fiery Benedictine. Beautiful women and handsome men arouse fierce desir….

The love of only one man or one woman is an enclosure..

If one's conscious life is too rigid, too regimented, then the surface may crack at times, and we are unprepared for the strange emotions or sensatio….

He understands my pity for his ridiculous, humiliating physical necessity..

Three or four threads may be agitated, like telegraph wires, at the same time, and if I were to tap them all I would reveal such a mixture of innocen….

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….

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 sourc….

He has, like me, a sense of smell. I let him inhale me, then I slip away..

Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through..

perhaps the only magician we have is the artist..

The true liberation of eroticism lies in accepting the fact that there are a million facets to it, a million forms of eroticism, a million objects of….

willingness to explore everything is a sign of strength. The weak ones have prejudices. Prejudices are a protection..

I love your silences, they are like mine. You are the only being before whom I am not distressed by my own silences. You have a vehement silence, one….

The suppression of inner patterns in favor of patterns created by society is dangerous to us..