I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.
I needed to live, but I also needed to record what I lived.
When you possess light within, you see it externally.
The impetus to grow and live intensely is so powerful in me I cannot resist it. I will work, I will love my husband, but I will fulfill myself.
I am aware of being in a beautiful prison, from which I can only escape by writing.
The suppression of inner patterns in favor of patterns created by society is dangerous to us.