In Music I Feel Most Deeply The

I Love The Abstract, Delicate, Profound, Vague, Voluptuously Wordless Sensation Of Living Ecstatically.

Everything But Happiness Is Neurosis.

The Cynic Is A Coward. He Foresees All Barrenness So That Barrenness Can Never Surprise Him.

I Love Her For What She Has Dared To Be, For Her Hardness, Her Cruelty, Her Egoism, Her Perverseness, Her Demoniac Destructiveness. She Would Crush Me To Ashes Without Hesitation. She Is A Personality Created To The Limit. I Worship Her Courage To Hurt, And I Am Willing To Be Sacrificed To It. She Will Add The Sum Of Me To Her. She Will Be June Plus All That I Contain.

My Ideas Usually Come Not At My Desk Writing But In The Midst Of Living.