The monster I kill every day is the monster of realism. The monster who attacks me every day is destruction. Out of the duel comes the transformation. I turn destruction into creation over and over again.

[On Paris:] A city never entirely known, yet which gives you the feeling of intimacy, of possessing it intimately.

I reserve the right to love many different people at once, and to change my prince often.

One must be thrust out of a finished cycle in life, and that leap is the most difficult to make - to part with one's faith, one's love, when one would prefer to renew the faith and recreate the passion.

Now that I am moving, I am afraid. Where am I going?

I needed to live, but I also needed to record what I lived.

I really believe that if I were not a writer, not a creator, not an experimenter, I might have been a very faithful wife. I think highly of faithfulness. But my temperament belongs to the writer, not to the woman