If one's conscious life is too rigid, too regimented, then the surface may crack at times, and we are unprepared for the strange emotions or sensations we experience.

I don't wish power, only art -art and passion.

To change skins, evolve into new cycles, I feel one has to learn to discard

The unknown was my compass. The unknown was my encyclopedia. The unnamed was my science and progress.

To write is to descend, to excavate, to go underground.

I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness.

... and the very folds of the curtains contained secrets and sighs.