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.

We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.

I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.

The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.

You are the poet, you walk inside my dreams.

Keeping a Diary all my life helped me to discover some basic elements essential to the vitality of writing.

There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person.