I Love Man As Creator, Lover, Husband,

Our Age Has Need Of Violence," He Writes. And He Is Violence.

Something Is Always Born Of Excess: Great Art Was Born Of Great Terror, Great Loneliness, Great Inhibitions, Instabilities, And It Always Balances Them.

There Were Always In Me, Two Women At Least, One Woman Desperate And Bewildered, Who Felt She Was Drowning And Another Who Would Leap Into A Scene, As Upon A Stage, Conceal Her True Emotions Because They Were Weaknesses, Helplessness, Despair, And Present To The World Only A Smile, An Eagerness, Curiosity, Enthusiasm, Interest.

Love Never Dies A Natural Death. It Dies Because We Don't Know How To Replenish Its Source.

Each Friend Represents A World In Us.