I miss the animal buoyancy of New York, the animal vitality. I did not mind that it had no meaning and no depth.

I know no joy as great as a moment of rushing into a new love, no ecstasy like that of a new love.

There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic.

The monster I kill every day is the monster of realism. The monster who attacks me every day is destruction. Out of the duel comes the transformation. I turn destruction into creation over and over again.

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

At sixteen, Sabina took moon baths, first of all, because everyone else took sun baths, and second, she admitted, because she had been told it was dangerous.

It's all right for a woman to be, above all, human. I am a woman first of all.