I Have So Strong A Sense Of

I Want To Make My Own Discoveries…….penetrate The Evil Which Attracts Me

I Have So Strong A Sense Of Creation, Of Tomorrow, That I Cannot Get Drunk, Knowing I Will Be Less Alive, Less Well, Less Creative The Next Day.

Everything But Happiness Is Neurosis.

I Gathered Poets Around Me And We All Wrote Beautiful Erotica. As We Were Condemned To Focus Only On Sensuality, We Had Violent Explosions Of Poetry. Writing Erotica Became A Road To Sainthood Rather Than To Debauchery.

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