I palliate the sufferings of others. yes I see myself as softening the blows, dissolving acids, neutralizing poisons, every moment of the day. I try to fulfill the wishes of others, to perform miracles. I exert myself performing miracles.

I know no joy as great as a moment of rushing into a new love, no ecstasy like that of a new love.

I am aware of being in a beautiful prison, from which I can only escape by writing.

She lacks confidence, she craves admiration insatiably. She lives on the reflections of herself in the eyes of others. She does not dare to be herself.

Experience teaches acceptance of the imperfect as life.

Human beings can reach such desperate solitude that they may cross a boundary beyond which words cannot serve, and at such moments there is nothing left for them but to bark.

We don't see things as they are, we see them as we ... believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.