The diary taught me that it is in the moments of emotional crisis that human beings reveal themselves most accurately. I learned to choose the heightened moments because they are the moments of revelation.

I want to fall in love in such a way that the mere sight of a man, even a block away from me, will shake and pierce me, will weaken me, and make me tremble and soften and melt.

In New York the acoustics are good for laughter, for life is all external, all action, no thought, no meditation, no dreaming, no reflection, only the exuberance of action.

I don't tell the truth any more to those who can't make use of it. I tell it mostly to myself, because it always changes me.

I sleep with my feet on moss carpets, my branches in the cotton of the clouds.

You have a right to experiment with your life. You will make mistakes. And they are right too.

He was jealous of her future, and she of his past.