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

It's all right for a woman to be, above all, human. I am a woman first of all.

My trunk, valises and my mind are overpacked.

she acquired the certainty of the expansion of time by depth of emotion, range and infinite multiplicity of experience.

With her eyes alone she could give this response, this absolutely erotic response, as if febrile waves were trembling there, pools of madness... something devouring that could lick a man all over like a flame, annihilate him, with a pleasure never known before.

Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go.

The way to recognize a dead word is that it exudes boredom.