When others asked the truth of me, I was convinced it was not the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could bear to live with.

Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. And then love will come to you, then it comes to you.

Tranquillity is contagious, peace is contagious. One only thinks of the contagiousness of illness, but there is the contagion of serenity and joy.

The truly faithless one is the one who makes love to only a fraction of you. And denies the rest.

All that is sacred and taboo in the world are meaningless.

I disregard the proportions, the measures, the tempo of the ordinary world. I refuse to live in the ordinary world as ordinary women. To enter ordinary relationships. I want ecstasy. I am a neurotic — in the sense that I live in my world. I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.

We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection.