The dangerous time when mechanical voices, radios, telephones, take the place of human intimacies, and the concept of being in touch with millions brings a greater and greater poverty in intimacy and human vision.

Writers do not live one life, they live two. There is the living and then there is the writing. There is the second tasting, the delayed reaction.

We are cruel when someone refuses to play the role in which we have cast him. We judge a person only according to his relationship towards us.

I see enormous loves growing immense and finally crushing me.

I want to make my own discoveries…….penetrate the evil which attracts me

She had lost herself somewhere along the frontier between her inventions, her stories, her fantasies and her true self. The boundaries had become effaced, the tracks lost, she had walked into pure chaos, and not a chaos which carried her like the galloping of romantic riders in operas and legends, but which suddenly revealed the stage props: a papier-mâché horse.

Pain is something to master, not to wallow in.