New York has an electronic heart.

I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason.

I reserve the right to love many different people at once, and to change my prince often.

The morning I got up to begin this book I coughed. Something was coming out of my throat: it was strangling me. I broke the thread which held it and yanked it out. I went back to bed and said: I have just spat out my heart.

notes fly so much farther than words. There is no other way to reach the infinite.

I want to fall in love in such a way that the mere sight of a man, even a block away from me, will shake and pierce me, will weaken me, and make me tremble and soften and melt.

Warmth, perfume, rugs, soft lights, books. They do not appease me. I am aware of time passing, of all the world contains that I have not seen, of all the interesting people I have not met.