I know why families were created with all their imperfections. They humanize you. They are made to make you forget yourself occasionally, so that the beautiful balance of life is not destroyed.

Anxiety is loves greatest killer.

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.

To think of him in the middle of the day lifts me out of ordinary living.

The woman will sit eternally in the tall black armchair. I will be the one woman you will never have...excessive living weighs down the imagination: we will not live, we will only write and talk to swell the sails.

The source of sexual power is curiosity, passion. You are watching its little flame die of asphyxiation.

I will always be the virgin-prostitute, the perverse angel, the two-faced sinister and saintly woman.