Not afraid of poverty and drabness and who is untouched by it, untouched by the drunkenness of her friends; (she) who judges, selects, discards people with severity, who knows, when she is telling her endless anecdotes, that they are ways of escape, keeping herself all the more secret behind that profuse talk.

I’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.

The value of the personal relationship to all things is that it creates intimacy and intimacy creates understanding and understanding creates love.

Creation which cannot express itself becomes madness.

The body is an instrument which only gives off music when it is used as a body. Always an orchestra, and just as music traverses walls, so sensuality traverses the body and reaches up to ecstasy.

We did not touch each other. We were both leaning over the abyss.

My trunk, valises and my mind are overpacked.