In my dreams I sleep with everybody.

We don't have a language for the senses. Feelings are images, sensations are like musical sounds.

Our love lives because I live.

Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat.

In my childhood diary I wrote: “I have decided that it is better not to love anyone, because when you love people, then you have to be separated from them, and that hurts too much.

To withhold from living is to die ... the more you give of yourself to life the more life nourishes you.

she acquired the certainty of the expansion of time by depth of emotion, range and infinite multiplicity of experience.