There can be few people who have ever explored sexual desire with such honesty or such desperate hope…

If I had pressed him about the picture of the pope, he probably would have said he bought it at an auction or rummage sale or something like that, just because it seemed humorous or campy in its horrible colors and sanctimonious expression. Oh, yes, I’m sure that’s the explanation – at least the conscious one.
But the pope stares down at the bed, and his pious face witnesses whatever varieties of pot-inspired, acrobatic sex George and Martha may enjoy. I thought of the theme of the parents witnessing and approving sexual intercourse – a theme very common in pornography and risqué jokes. (“What you and Marie doing in the living room, Benito?” “We’re fuckin’, Ma!” “That’s-a nice, don’t fight.”) ...

We leave this behind in your capable hands, for in the black-foaming gutters and back alleys of paradise, in the dank windowless gloom of some galactic cellar, in the hollow pearly whorls found in sewerlike seas, in starless cities of insanity, and in their slums . . . my awe-struck little deer and I have gone frolicking. See you anon. Jonathan Doe.

The book by one of the greatest writers I’ve ever read describing life as I would like to perceive it

In the course of reading this book, I had an impression that it is helping me a lot. To watch the life of this man that had his energy channel so wide, expanded by multitude of previous reincarnations, whereas me or you are only beginning on the path. Sometimes it’s unbelievable how one person can have so much done (writing, mountaneering, having asthma, being heroine and cocaine addict, having 3000 women and 500 men as lovers, etc) so his personality seems to be a legend composed of lives of many people.