You Were Once Wild Here. Don't Let

Now I Am Going To Reveal To You Something Which Is Very Pure, A Totally White Thought. It Is Always In My Heart; It Blooms At Each Of My Steps... The Dance Is Love, It Is Only Love, It Alone, And That Is Enough... I, Then, It Is Amorously That I Dance: To Poems, To Music But Now I Would Like To No Longer Dance To Anything But The Rhythm Of My Soul.

For I Was Never Able To Understand, Then Or Later On, Why, If One Wanted To Do A Thing, One Should Not Do It. For I Have Never Waited To Do As I Wished. This Has Frequently Brought Me To Disaster And Calamity, But At Least I Have Had The The Satisfaction Of Getting My Own Way.

We May Not All Break The Ten Commandments, But We Are Certainly All Capable Of It. Within Us Lurks The Breaker Of All Laws, Ready To Spring Out At The First Real Opportunity.

I Had Learned To Have A Perfect Nausea For The Theatre: The Continual Repetition Of The Same Words And The Same Gestures, Night After Night, And The Caprices, The Way Of Looking At Life, And The Entire Rigmarole Disgusted Me.

No Flower Of Art Ever Fully Blossomed Save It Was Nourished By Tears Of Agony.