Nature forms us for ourselves, not for others; to be, not to seem.

I have no brakes on...analysis is for those who are paralyzed by life.

I don't mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated

One discovers that destiny can be diverted, that one does not have to remain in bondage to the first wax imprint made on childhood sensibilities. Once the deforming mirror has been smashed, there is a possibility of wholeness. There is a possibility of joy.

A man who lives unrelated to other human beings dies. But a man who lives unrelated to himself also dies.

notes fly so much farther than words. There is no other way to reach the infinite.

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