I Write Emotional Algebra.

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

Whenever You Do Something That Is Not Aligned With The Yearning Or Your Soul—you Create Suffering.

The Love Of Only One Man Or One Woman Is An Enclosure.

We Are Cruel When Someone Refuses To Play The Role In Which We Have Cast Him. We Judge A Person Only According To His Relationship Towards Us.

If I Love You It Means We Share The Same Fantasies, The Same Madnesses