Memory Is A Great Betrayer.

Ordinary Life Does Not Interest Me. I Seek Only The High Moments. I Am In Accord With The Surrealists, Searching For The Marvelous.

The Unconscious Can Become Destructive If It Is Disregarded And Thwarted.

We Don't Have A Language For The Senses. Feelings Are Images, Sensations Are Like Musical Sounds.

We Did Not Touch Each Other. We Were Both Leaning Over The Abyss.

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.