“I'm a poet, and I like my lies the way my mother used to make them.”

“Happiness lies within one's self, and the way to dig it out is cocaine.”

“I hardly ever talk- words seem such a waste, and they are none of them true. No one has yet invented a language from my point of view.”

“I can imagine myself on my death-bed, spent utterly with lust to touch the next world, like a boy asking for his first kiss from a woman.”

“The few love affairs which had come my way had been rather silly and sordid. They had not revealed the possibilities of love; in fact I had thought it a somewhat overrated pleasure, a brief and brutal blindness with boredom and disgust hard on its heels.”

“The Way of Mastery is to break all the rules—but you have to know them perfectly before you can do this; otherwise you are not in a position to transcend them.”

“The more necessary anything appears to my mind, the most certain it is that I only assert a limitation.”