Violence is a symptom of impotence.

I love man as creator, lover, husband, friend, but man the father I do not trust. I do not believe in man as father. I do not trust man as father.

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

Nowhere is inhumanity more revealed than in hospitals.

It is difficult to live with the pure. They do not condemn you; they forgive you. This forgiveness is more terrible than a judgment.

I was stirred only like a leaf in the wind, that is all. . .

I want to be a writer who reminds others that these moments exist; I want to prove that there is infinite space, infinite meaning, infinite dimension