The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself.

The same chemicals were used in the cooking as were used on the composition of her own being: only those which caused the most violent reaction, contradiction, and teasing, the refusal to answer questions but the love of putting them, and all the strong spices of human relationship which bore a relation to black pepper, paprika, soybean sauce, ketchup and red peppers.

The personal, if it is deep enough, becomes universal, mythical, symbolic.

We sit on the kitchen exchanging these diabolical outgrowths of overfertile minds.

I really believe that if I were not a writer, not a creator, not an experimenter, I might have been a very faithful wife. I think highly of faithfulness. But my temperament belongs to the writer, not to the woman

Only when the poet and the scientist work in unison will we have living experiences and knowledge of the marvels of the universe as they are being discovered.

We are going to the moon that is not very far. Man has so much farther to go within himself.