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

I sat there for three hours and did not feel the time or the boredom of our talk and its foolish disconnection. As long as I could hear his voice, I was quite lost, quite blind, quite outside my own self.

The only transformer and alchemist that turns everything into gold is love. The only magic against death, aging, ordinary life, is love.

To the woman with the least intelligence, there must come, at some time or other, the realization that housework is animal work and that there are other occupations in the world a thousand times more refined, more enriching, for which she is also suited and to which she has a right.

Our culture made a virtue of living only as extroverts. We discouraged the inner journey, the quest for a center. So we lost our center and have to find it again.

Death from disillusion is not instantaneous, and there are no mercy killers for the disillusioned.

He has, like me, a sense of smell. I let him inhale me, then I slip away.