In other words, I tasted a different drug. A drug called progress.
Caged: Memoirs of a Cage-Fighting PoetWe travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.
The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 7: 1966-1974We are all hypocrites. We cannot see ourselves or judge ourselves the way we see and judge others.
Battles in the Desert & Other Stories