I don't mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated
Dreams are necessary to life.
Idealism is the death of the body and the imagination. All but freedom, utter freedom, is death
My diary seems to keep me whole.
He has, like me, a sense of smell. I let him inhale me, then I slip away.
The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive.