Experience teaches acceptance of the imperfect as life.

I walked into my own book, seeking peace. It was night, and I made a careless movement inside the dream; I turned too brusquely the corner and I bruised myself against my madness.

The obstacle became his alibi for weakness.

We are all engaged in the task of peeling off the false selves, the programmed selves, the selves created by our families, our culture, our religions. It is an enormous task because the history of women has been as incompletely told as the history of blacks.

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

The value of the personal relationship to all things is that it creates intimacy and intimacy creates understanding and understanding creates love.

I don’t really want to become normal, average, standard. I want merely to gain in strength, in the courage to live out my life more fully, enjoy more, experience more. I want to develop even more original and more unconventional traits