All Art Is A Kind Of Confession.

For Nothing Is More Unbearable, Once One Has It, Than Freedom.

People Who Shut Their Eyes To Reality Simply Invite Their Own Destruction.

The Question Of Sexual Dominance Can Exist Only In The Nightmare Of That Soul Which Has Armed Itself, Totally, Against The Possibility Of The Changing Motion Of Conquest And Surrender, Which Is Love.

The Questions Which One Asks Oneself Begin, At Least, To Illuminate The World, And Become One's Key To The Experience Of Others.

Writing Is A Political Instrument.