“I want God, I want poetry, I want danger, I want freedom, I want sin.”
“But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.”
“I don't want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin.”
“There was no turning back. I had created the situation, and having come this far I wanted freedom, I wanted liberation, I wanted deep orgasms and most of all I wanted to meet God.”
“I want the presence of God Himself, or I don't want anything at all to do with religion... I want all that God has or I don't want any.”
“I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings.”