I prefer empty cages, Sabina, until I find a unique bird I once saw in my dreams.

The one who travels like a lover searching for a new passion is suddenly blessed with new eyes, new ears, new senses.

He understands my pity for his ridiculous, humiliating physical necessity.

At first she beckoned and lured one into her world; then, she blurred the passageways, confused all the images, as if to elude detection.

I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness.

The diary taught me that it is in the moments of emotional crisis that human beings reveal themselves most accurately. I learned to choose the heightened moments because they are the moments of revelation.

Analysis does not take into account the creative products of neurotic desires.