I am quite wiling to confide entirely in human being, except that at some moment or another human beings get preoccupied, moody, busy, inattentive, and there come an end to the interest, and this never happens in a journal!

In my dreams I sleep with everybody.

Since desire always goes towards that which is our direct opposite, it forces us to love that which will make us suffer.

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

I don't wish power, only art -art and passion.

She lacks confidence, she craves admiration insatiably. She lives on the reflections of herself in the eyes of others. She does not dare to be herself.

Sometimes I think of Paris not as a city but as a home.