Sometimes I Think Of Paris Not As

To Write At The Same Temperature At Which I Live I Should Write Nothing But Poetry.

Death From Disillusion Is Not Instantaneous, And There Are No Mercy Killers For The Disillusioned.

The Only Abnormality Is The Incapacity To Love.

One Always, Sooner Or Later, Comes Upon A City Which Is An Image Of One's Inner Cities. Fez Is An Image Of My Inner Self. ... The Layers Of The City Of Fez Are Like The Layers And Secrecies Of The Inner Life. One Needs A Guide. ... There Were In Fez, As In My Life, Streets Which Led Nowhere, Impasses Which Remained A Mystery.

The Unconscious Can Become Destructive If It Is Disregarded And Thwarted.