Love Is Worth Whatever It Costs.

My Love Of Pleasure Seems To Be The Only Consistent Side Of My Character. Is It Because I Have Not Read Enough?

When Man, Apollo Man, Rockets Into Space, It Isn't In Order To Find His Brother, I'm Quite Sure Of That. It's To Confirm That He Hasn't Any Brothers.

Of Course The Illusion Of Art Is To Make One Believe That Great Literature Is Very Close To Life, But Exactly The Opposite Is True. Life Is Amorphous, Literature Is Formal.

He Lifted Me Up And Held Me Close Against Him, My Head On His Shoulder. At That Moment I Loved Him. In The Morning Light He Was As Golden, As Soft, As Gentle As Myself, And He Would Protect Me.

Only By Pursuing The Extremes In One's Nature, With All Its Contradictions, Appetites, Aversions, Rages, Can One Hope To Understand A Little - Oh, I Admit Only A Very Little - Of What Life Is About.