Nowhere is inhumanity more revealed than in hospitals.

Last night I wept. I wept because the process by which I have become woman was painful. I wept because I was no longer a child with a child's blind faith. I wept because my eyes were opened to reality....I wept because I could not believe anymore and I love to believe. I can still love passionately without believing. That means I love humanly. I wept because I have lost my pain and I am not yet accustomed to its absence.

I seek the real stuff of life. Profound drama.

One may gain one truth at the expense of another.

Someone told me the delightful story of the crusader who put a chastity belt on his wife and gave the key to his best friend for safekeeping, in case of his death. He had ridden only a few miles away when his friend, riding hard, caught up with him, saying 'You gave me the wrong key!

Balance is not to be sought by association with others; it must exist within one's self.

I love the abstract, delicate, profound, vague, voluptuously wordless sensation of living ecstatically.