The final lesson a writer learns is that everything can nourish the writer. The dictionary, a new word, a voyage, an encounter, a talk on the street,… - Anaïs Nin

When your beauty struck me, it dissolved me. Deep down, I am not different from you. I dreamed you, I wished for your existence. I see in you that part of me which is you. I surrender my sincerity because if I love you it means we share the same fantasies, we share the same madness.

The dream, scrutinized by scientists in various experiments, has been found to be an absolute necessity to man.

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