The human father has to be confronted and recognized as human, as man who created a child and then, by his absence, left the child fatherless and then Godless.

But I lie. I embellish. My words are not deep enough. They disguise, they conceal. I will not rest until I have told of my descent into a sensuality which was as dark, as magnificent, as wild, as my moments of mystic creation have been dazzling, ecstatic, exalted.

The fiery moments of passionate experience are the moments of wholeness and totality of the personality.

I love man as creator, lover, husband, friend, but man the father I do not trust. I do not believe in man as father. I do not trust man as father.

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

I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.

I am like a snake who has already bitten. I retreat from a direct battle while knowing the slow effect of the poison.