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Those who cannot live fully often become destroyers of life.
I was stirred only like a leaf in the wind, that is all. . .
We do not see the world as it is. We see the word as we are.
Living never wore one out so much as the effort not to live.
myself ... is merely an instrument to connect life and a myth
Our age has need of violence," he writes. And he is violence.
I see enormous loves growing immense and finally crushing me.
Mature people relate to each other without the need to merge.
You marry the day you realize the human defects of your love.
Stations and airports are rehearsals for separations by death.
Poverty is the great reality. That is why the artist seeks it.
There is an ugliness in being paid for work one does not like.
I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.
Sometimes we reveal ourselves when we are least like ourselves.
Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go.
We did not touch each other. We were both leaning over the abyss.
We write to taste life twice: in the moment and in retrospection.
No one should be forced to carry the unfulfilled self of another.
Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy.
Nature forms us for ourselves, not for others; to be, not to seem.
We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection.
Luxury is not a necessity to me, but beautiful and good things are.
Through love, through friendship, a heart lives more than one life.
... and the very folds of the curtains contained secrets and sighs.
it was while helping others to be free that I gained my own freedom.
There is a fissure in my vision and madness will always rush through.
When I don't write, I feel my world shrink. I lose my fire, my color.
The self is merely the lens through which we see others and the world.
If I love you it means we share the same fantasies, the same madnesses
I have no brakes on...analysis is for those who are paralyzed by life.
It is a sign of great inner insecurity to be hostile to the unfamiliar.
You are the only woman who ever answered the demands of my imagination.
I want to do things so wild with you that I don't know how to say them.
The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself.
I want to make my own discoveries…….penetrate the evil which attracts me
He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.
Houses turn to corpses overnight when we cease to live and love in them.
My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living.
Travel is seeking the lost paradise. It is the supreme illusion of love.
Self-destructive patterns cause as much suffering as outer catastrophes.
The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive.
When I am most deeply rooted, I feel the wildest desire to uproot myself.
He has, like me, a sense of smell. I let him inhale me, then I slip away.
The unconscious can become destructive if it is disregarded and thwarted.
To think of him in the middle of the day lifts me out of ordinary living.
The personal, if it is deep enough, becomes universal, mythical, symbolic.
He understands my pity for his ridiculous, humiliating physical necessity.
To change skins, evolve into new cycles, I feel one has to learn to discard
This diary is my kief, hashish and opium pipe. This is my drug and my vice.
The final lesson a writer learns is that everything can nourish the writer.