The fiery moments of passionate experience are the moments of wholeness and totality of the personality.

And silence. She liked the silence most of all. The silence in which the body, senses, the instincts, are more alert, more powerful, more sensitized, live a more richly perfumed and intoxication life, instead of transmuting into thoughts, words, into exquisite abstractions, mathematics of emotion in place of violent impact, the volcanic eruptions of fever, lust and delight.

Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go.

To write at the same temperature at which I live I should write nothing but poetry.

Things aren't the way they are, they're the way you are

perhaps the only magician we have is the artist.

I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.