When one is pretending the entire body revolts.
All of my creation is an effort to weave a web of connection with the world: I am always weaving it because it was once broken.
The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself.
I reserve the right to love many different people at once, and to change my prince often.
The only transformer and alchemist that turns everything into gold is love. The only magic against death, aging, ordinary life, is love.
I don't mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated