I have seen romanticism outlast the realistic. I have seen men forget the beautiful women they have possessed, forget the prostitutes, and remember the first woman they idolized, the woman they could never have. The woman who aroused them romantically holds them.

You cannot save people. You can only love them.

When I am most deeply rooted, I feel the wildest desire to uproot myself.

The morning I got up to begin this book I coughed. Something was coming out of my throat: it was strangling me. I broke the thread which held it and yanked it out. I went back to bed and said: I have just spat out my heart.

I take pleasure in my transformations. I look quiet and consistent, but few know how many women there are in me.

Introspection is a devouring monster.

I believe that men are generally still a little afraid of the dark though the witches are all hung, and Christianity and candles have been introduced.