He does not need opium. He has the gift of reverie.

The enemy of a love is never outside, it's not a man or woman, it's what we lack in ourselves.

When I first met him, he did not care if a friend did not fit into his world, because at that time his world had not been born yet.

I want to love you wildly. I don’t want words, but inarticulate cries, meaningless, from the bottom of my most primitive being, that flow from my belly like honey. A piercing joy, that leaves me empty, conquered, silenced.

Truth is something which can't be told in a few words. Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning.

I disregard the proportions, the measures, the tempo of the ordinary world. I refuse to live in the ordinary world as ordinary women. To enter ordinary relationships. I want ecstasy. I am a neurotic — in the sense that I live in my world. I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.

Shame is the lie someone told you about yourself.