The Way To Recognize A Dead Word

There Is A Fissure In My Vision And Madness Will Always Rush Through.

She Had Acquired Some Of His Gypsy Ways, Some Of His Nonchalance, His Bohemian Indiscipline. She Had Swung With Him Into The Disorders Of Strewn Clothes, Spilled Cigarette Ashes, Slipping Into Bed All Dressed, Falling Asleep Thus, Indolence, Timelessness...a Region Of Chaos And Moonlight. She Liked It There.

Houses Turn To Corpses Overnight When We Cease To Live And Love In Them.

Eroticism Is One Of The Basic Means Of Self-knowledge, As Indispensable As Poetry.

I Say Quotations Are Literary. They Are Good Only When Dealing With Ideas, Not With Experience. Experience Should Be Pure, Unique.