She lacks confidence, she craves admiration insatiably. She lives on the reflections of herself in the eyes of others. She does not dare to be herself.

We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection.

The richest source of creation is feeling, followed by a vision of its meaning.

I am quite wiling to confide entirely in human being, except that at some moment or another human beings get preoccupied, moody, busy, inattentive, and there come an end to the interest, and this never happens in a journal!

Violence is a symptom of impotence.

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

Great repressions create dualities.