The core of creation is to summon an image and the power to work with the image.

I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go.

Secrets. Need to disguise. The novel was born of this.

I can’t let you go now. I want to go places with you; obscure little places, just to be able to say: here I came with her.

There is an ugliness in being paid for work one does not like.

Often, though, the passivity of the woman's role weighs on me, suffocates me. Rather than wait for his pleasure, I would like to take it, to run wild. Is it that which pushes me into lesbianism? It terrifies me. Do women act thus? Does June go to Henry when she wants him? Does she mount him? Does she wait for him? He guides my inexperienced hands. It is like a forest fire, to be with him. New places of my body are aroused and burnt. He is incendiary. I leave him in an unquenchable fever.

You have a right to experiment with your life. You will make mistakes. And they are right too.