We men dream dreams$$$ we work magic$$$ we do good$$$ we do evil. The dragons do not dream. They are dreams. They do not work magic: it is their substance$$$ their being. They do not do; they are.

There are souls$$$ he thought$$$ whose umbilicus has never been cut. They never got weaned from the universe. They do not understand death as an enemy; they look forward to rotting and turning into humus.

There will never be a time when we shall not exist.

Obstacles cannot crush me; every obstacle yields to stern resolve.

For a word to be spoken$$$ there must be silence. Before$$$ and after.

Any emotion$$$ if it is sincere$$$ is involuntary.

I simply want to live; to cause no evil to anyone but myself.

It's hard to love a woman and do anything.

Light is the left hand of darkness and darkness the right hand of light. Two are one$$$ life and death$$$ lying together like lovers in kemmer$$$ like hands joined together$$$ like the end and the way.

I am living in a nightmare$$$ from which from time to time I wake in sleep.