I disregard the proportions, the measures, the tempo of the ordinary world. I refuse to live in the ordinary world as ordinary women. To enter ordinary relationships. I want ecstasy. I am a neurotic — in the sense that I live in my world. I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.

The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.

A big enough artist, I say, can eat anything, must eat everything and then alchemize it. Only the feeble writer is afraid of expansion.

I'm sick of my own romanticism!

Nature forms us for ourselves, not for others; to be, not to seem.

Sexual intercourse... a joyous, joyous, joyous, joyous impaling of woman on man's sensual mast.

I find that life, day by day, is composed of at least one joy, one problem and one sorrow. Then there are the smaller ingredients: you always learn something, whether useful or harmful - that is difficult to analyze until later; you always give something; you alwayou always grow a little in one direction or another.