My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living.
The impetus to grow and live intensely is so powerful in me I cannot resist it. I will work, I will love my husband, but I will fulfill myself.
The secret of joy is the mastery of pain.
The richest source of creation is feeling, followed by a vision of its meaning.
We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection.
I don't hear your words: your voice reverberates against my body like another kind of caress, another kind of penetration. I have no power over your voice. It comes straight from you into me. I could stuff my ears and it would find its way into my blood and make it rise.