I’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.

The only abnormality is the incapacity to love.

The dangerous time when mechanical voices, radios, telephones, take the place of human intimacies, and the concept of being in touch with millions brings a greater and greater poverty in intimacy and human vision.

All unlived emotions turn to inanity.

When I am most deeply rooted, I feel the wildest desire to uproot myself.

I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy.

Your strength is soft, indirect, delicate, tender, womanly. But it is strength just the same.