Often, though, the passivity of the woman's role weighs on me, suffocates me. Rather than wait for his pleasure, I would like to take it, to run wild. Is it that which pushes me into lesbianism? It terrifies me. Do women act thus? Does June go to Henry when she wants him? Does she mount him? Does she wait for him? He guides my inexperienced hands. It is like a forest fire, to be with him. New places of my body are aroused and burnt. He is incendiary. I leave him in an unquenchable fever.

All of my creation is an effort to weave a web of connection with the world: I am always weaving it because it was once broken.

destruction is ultimately self-destruction.

Luxury is not a necessity to me, but beautiful and good things are.

I sleep with my feet on moss carpets, my branches in the cotton of the clouds.

The shell is America's most active contribution to the formation of character. A tough hide. Grow it early.

When I cannot bear outer pressures anymore, I begin to put order in my belongings...As if unable to organize and control my life, I seek to exert this on the world of objects.