I will always be the virgin-prostitute, the perverse angel, the two-faced sinister and saintly woman.

Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.

For you and for me the highest moment, the keenest joy, is not when our minds dominate but when we lose our minds, and you and I both lose it in the same way, through love.

But the artist persists because he has the will to create, and this is the magic power which can transform and transfigure and transpose and which will ultimately be transmitted to others.

I miss the animal buoyancy of New York, the animal vitality. I did not mind that it had no meaning and no depth.

Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.

I seek the real stuff of life. Profound drama.