The final lesson a writer learns is that everything can nourish the writer.
Experience teaches acceptance of the imperfect as life.
Sometimes I think of Paris not as a city but as a home.
It is a sign of great inner insecurity to be hostile to the unfamiliar.
Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. And then love will come to you, then it comes to you.
I love man as creator, lover, husband, friend, but man the father I do not trust. I do not believe in man as father. I do not trust man as father.