I Love Your Silences, They Are Like

To Love And To Labor Is The Sum Of Living.

What Everyone Forgets Is That Passion Is Not Merely A Heightened Sensual Fusion But A Way Of Life Which Produces, As In The Mystics, An Ecstatic Awareness Of The Whole Of Life.

Sometimes We Reveal Ourselves When We Are Least Like Ourselves.

This Diary Is My Kief, Hashish And Opium Pipe. This Is My Drug And My Vice.

To Write Is To Descend, To Excavate, To Go Underground.