A man who lives unrelated to other human beings dies. But a man who lives unrelated to himself also dies.

I really believe that if I were not a writer, not a creator, not an experimenter, I might have been a very faithful wife. I think highly of faithfulness. But my temperament belongs to the writer, not to the woman

The final lesson a writer learns is that everything can nourish the writer. The dictionary, a new word, a voyage, an encounter, a talk on the street, a book, a phrase learned.

It is easy to love and there are so many ways to do it.

I only believe in fire. Life. Fire. Being myself on fire I set others on fire. Never death. Fire and life.

Our culture made a virtue of living only as extroverts. We discouraged the inner journey, the quest for a center. So we lost our center and have to find it again.

Shame is the lie someone told you about yourself.