I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another til I drop.

She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city

When I touched her body,I believed she was God.In the curves of her formI found the birth of Man,the creation of the world,and the origin of all life.

Wanderess, Wanderess, weave us a story of seduction and ruse. Heroic be the Wanderess, the world be her muse.’…I jot this phrase of invocation in my old leather-bound notebook on a bright, cold morning at...

Everything was brighter and more colorful in those years, as if my youth was ending in an explosion of unreal passion. Memories like these make my life sacred and holy.

Anti-religious sneers are a hallmark of perpetual adolescents.

Stay true to yourself and listen to your inner voice. It will lead you to your dream.