There is an ugliness in being paid for work one does not like.

It's all right for a woman to be, above all, human. I am a woman first of all.

We don't have a language for the senses. Feelings are images, sensations are like musical sounds.

When I don't write, I feel my world shrinking. I feel I am in a prison. I feel I lose my fire and my color. It should be a necessity, as the sea needs to heave, and I call it breathing.

What everyone forgets is that passion is not merely a heightened sensual fusion but a way of life which produces, as in the mystics, an ecstatic awareness of the whole of life.

When others asked the truth of me, I was convinced it was not the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could bear to live with.

Poverty is the great reality. That is why the artist seeks it.