The softness of the summer day like an ermine paw.

Anxiety is love's greatest killer, because it is like the stranglehold of the drowning.

There is a fissure in my vision and madness will always rush through.

I seek the real stuff of life. Profound drama.

At sixteen, Sabina took moon baths, first of all, because everyone else took sun baths, and second, she admitted, because she had been told it was dangerous.

We must protect the minority writers because they are the research workers of literature. They keep it alive. It has been fashionable of late to seek out and force such writers into more popular channels, to the detriment of both writer and an unprepared public.

Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.