We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against their benefit, and always, in the end, a disappointment, because it does not fit them.

If all of us acted in unison as I act individually there would be no wars and no poverty. I have made myself personally responsible for the fate of every human being who has come my way.

All of my creation is an effort to weave a web of connection with the world: I am always weaving it because it was once broken.

The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.

The source of sexual power is curiosity, passion. You are watching its little flame die of asphyxiation.

She had lost herself somewhere along the frontier between her inventions, her stories, her fantasies and her true self. The boundaries had become effaced, the tracks lost, she had walked into pure chaos, and not a chaos which carried her like the galloping of romantic riders in operas and legends, but which suddenly revealed the stage props: a papier-mâché horse.

In chaos, there is fertility.