I hate men who are afraid of women's strength.

I cannot concentrate all my friendship on any single one of my friends because no one is complete enough in himself.

The obstacle became his alibi for weakness.

If you are terribly truthful, the ground will always move from under you, and you will have to shift with the constantly shifting truth.

When she closed her eyes she felt he had many hands, which touched her everywhere, and many mouths, which passed so swiftly over her, and with a wolflike sharpness, his teeth sank into her fleshiest parts. Naked now, he lay his full length over her. She enjoyed his weight on her, enjoyed being crushed under his body. She wanted him soldered to her, from mouth to feet. Shivers passed through her body.

I see enormous loves growing immense and finally crushing me.

Writing more and more to the sound of music, writing more and more like music. Sitting in my studio tonight, playing record after record, writing, music a stimulant of the highest order, far more potent than wine.