The impetus to grow and live intensely is so powerful in me I cannot resist it. I will work, I will love my husband, but I will fulfill myself.

Truth is something which can't be told in a few words. Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning.

There is an ugliness in being paid for work one does not like.

We celebrate peace. Yet we pay no attention to the ways of curing aggression in human beings. And when one sees in psychoanalysis hostility disappearing as people conquer their fears, one wonders if the cure is not there.

The final lesson a writer learns is that everything can nourish the writer.

I miss the animal buoyancy of New York, the animal vitality. I did not mind that it had no meaning and no depth.

I am a winged creature who is too rarely allowed to use its wings. Ecstasies do not occur often enough.