Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous.

Convalescence. Such an utter weakness that you lie like an animal hibernating, playing possum. You float. You are adrift. Every current is stronger than you.

I either eat too much or starve myself. Sleep for 14 hours or have insomniac nights. Fall in love very hard or hate passionately. I don't know what grey is. I never did.

Good things happen to those who hustle.

Your strength is soft, indirect, delicate, tender, womanly. But it is strength just the same.

If I love you it means we share the same fantasies, the same madnesses

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