People Will Do Anything, Anything,

Love Is Art, Not Truth. It’s Like Painting Scenery.

Later I Would Come To Believe That Erotic Ties Were All A Spell, A Temporary Psychosis, Even A Kind Of Violence, Or At Least They Coexisted With These States.

Love Is A Fever," She Said. "and When You Come Out Of It You'll Discover Whether You've Been Lucky - Or Not.

One Had To Build Shelters. One Had To Make Pockets And Live Inside Them.

Surrealism Could Not Be Made Up. It Was The Very Electricity Of The Real.