We don't see things as they are, we see them as we ... believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.

Is devotion to others a cover for the hungers and the needs of the self, of which one is ashamed? I was always ashamed to take. So I gave. It was not virtue. It was a disguise.

In each studio there is a human being dressed in the full regalia of his myth fearing to expore a vulnerable opening, spreading not his charms but his defences, plotting to disrobe, somewhere along the night-- his body without the aperture of the heart or his heart with a door closed to his body. thus keeping one compartment for refuge, one uninvaded cell.

I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously.

The bed must be a beautiful place, not only because you make love there but because you dream there as well.

When I cannot bear outer pressures anymore, I begin to put order in my belongings...As if unable to organize and control my life, I seek to exert this on the world of objects.

I want to do things so wild with you that I don't know how to say them.