I had a feeling that Pandora's box contained the mysteries of woman's sensuality, so different from a man's and for which man's language was so inadequate. The language of sex had yet to be invented. The language of the senses was yet to be explored.

The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.

All those who try to unveil the mysteries always have tragic lives. At the end they are always punished.

When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow.

I love man as creator, lover, husband, friend, but man the father I do not trust. I do not believe in man as father. I do not trust man as father.

There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. But there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don't work.

Do not seek the because - in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions.