Idealism is the death of the body and the imagination. All but freedom, utter freedom, is death

Art is the method of levitation, in order to separate one's self from enslavement by the earth.

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

Do not seek the because - in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions.

Sexual intercourse... a joyous, joyous, joyous, joyous impaling of woman on man's sensual mast.

The period without the diary remains an ordeal. Every evening I want my diary as one wants opium.

We don't have a language for the senses. Feelings are images, sensations are like musical sounds.

The truly faithless one is the one who makes love to only a fraction of you. And denies the rest.

The basis of insincerity is the idealized image we hold of ourselves and wish to impose on others.

I know no joy as great as a moment of rushing into a new love, no ecstasy like that of a new love.

Death from disillusion is not instantaneous, and there are no mercy killers for the disillusioned.

Whenever you do something that is not aligned with the yearning or your soul—you create suffering.

America hates the artist. It will not admit: the artist is my soul and I want to kill off my soul.

There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do.

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

I will always be the virgin-prostitute, the perverse angel, the two-faced sinister and saintly woman.

The unknown was my compass. The unknown was my encyclopedia. The unnamed was my science and progress.

Perhaps a child, like a cat, is so much inside of himself that he does not see himself in the mirror.

Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. And then love will come to you, then it comes to you.

Innocence was gone from all our acts. Our habitual state of rebellion became a serious political crime.

Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat.

I love the abstract, delicate, profound, vague, voluptuously wordless sensation of living ecstatically.

I am a winged creature who is too rarely allowed to use its wings. Ecstasies do not occur often enough.

All those who try to unveil the mysteries always have tragic lives. At the end they are always punished.

The fiery moments of passionate experience are the moments of wholeness and totality of the personality.

The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.

The source of sexual power is curiosity, passion. You are watching its little flame die of asphyxiation.

To withhold from living is to die ... the more you give of yourself to life the more life nourishes you.

A man who lives unrelated to other human beings dies. But a man who lives unrelated to himself also dies.

His life rushes onward in such torrential rhythm that...only angels and devils can catch the tempo of it.

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

I only believe in fire. Life. Fire. Being myself on fire I set others on fire. Never death. Fire and life.

I believe the lasting revolution comes from deep changes in ourselves which influence our collective life.

Keeping a Diary all my life helped me to discover some basic elements essential to the vitality of writing.

Stories are the only enchantment possible, for when we begin to see our suffering as a story, we are saved.

If a person continues to see giants, it means he is still looking at the world through the eyes of a child.

The shell is America's most active contribution to the formation of character. A tough hide. Grow it early.

The bed must be a beautiful place, not only because you make love there but because you dream there as well.

"We see the world as 'we' are, not as 'it' is; because it is the "I" behind the 'eye' that does the seeing."

How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself.

When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow.

I take pleasure in my transformations. I look quiet and consistent, but few know how many women there are in me.

I miss the animal buoyancy of New York, the animal vitality. I did not mind that it had no meaning and no depth.

Where the myth fails, human love begins. Then we love a human being, not our dream, but a human being with flaws.

The creative personality never remains fixed on the first world it discovers. It never resigns itself to anything.

[On Paris:] A city never entirely known, yet which gives you the feeling of intimacy, of possessing it intimately.

We do not escape into philosophy, psychology, and art--we go there to restore our shattered selves into whole ones.

You don't find love, it finds you. It's got a little bit to do with destiny, fate, and what's written in the stars.

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

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

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