Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.

We also write to heighten our own awareness of life... We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection... We write to be able to transcend our life, to reach beyond it...to teach ourselves to speak with others, to record the journey into the labyrinth. We write to expand our world when we feel strangled, or constricted, or lonely... When I don't write, I feel my world shrinking... I feel I lose my fire and my color.

She was fully, painfully aware that very rarely did midnight strike in two hearts at once, very rarely did midnight arouse two different equal desires, and that any dislocation in this, any indifference, was an indication of disunity, of the difficulties, the impossibilities of fusion between two human beings.

The period without the diary remains an ordeal. Every evening I want my diary as one wants opium.

Luxury is not a necessity to me, but beautiful and good things are.

It is a sign of great inner insecurity to be hostile to the unfamiliar.

The one who travels like a lover searching for a new passion is suddenly blessed with new eyes, new ears, new senses.