I'm Sick Of My Own Romanticism!

She Walked In The Shadow Of Rango With A Great Feeling Of Being Taken Out Of Herself, Of Having No Knowledge Of What Was Happening To Her, Merely A Pervading Sense Of Flow.

Jeanne, I Fell Asleep Among The Paintings, Where I Could Sit For Many Days Worshipping Your Portrait. I Fell In Love With Your Portrait, Jeanne, Because It Will Never Change. I Have Such A Fear Of Seeing You Grow Old, Jeanne, I Fell In Love With An Unchanging You That Will Never Be Taken Away From Me. I Was Wishing You Would Die, So That No One Could Take You Away From Me, And I Would Love The Painting Of You As You Would Look Eternally.

I Needed To Live, But I Also Needed To Record What I Lived.

For All Of My Patients Sensuality Is A Giving In To 'the Low Side Of Their Nature.' Puritanism Is Powerful And Distorts Their Life With A Total Anesthesia Of The Senses. If You Atrophy One Sense, You Also Atrophy All The Others, A Sensuous And Physical Connection With Nature, With Art, With Food, With Other Human Beings.

I Believe One Writes Because One Has To Create A World In Which One Can Live.