If You Knew All The Dreams I've

In My View, The Novelist Has No Right To Express His Opinions On The Things Of This World. In Creating, He Must Imitate God: Do His Job And Then Shut Up.

Do Not Imagine You Can Exorcise What Oppresses You In Life By Giving Vent To It In Art.

Be Regular And Orderly In Your Life, So That You May Be Violent And Original In Your Work.

The Public Wants Work Which Flatters Its Illusions.

I Will Cover You With Love When Next I See You, With Caresses, With Ecstasy. I Want To Gorge You With All The Joys Of The Flesh, So That You Faint And Die. I Want You To Be Amazed By Me, And To Confess To Yourself That You Had Never Even Dreamed Of Such Transports.... When You Are Old, I Want You To Recall Those Few Hours, I Want Your Dry Bones To Quiver With Joy When You Think Of Them.