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

I prefer by far the warmth and softness to mere brilliancy and coldness. Some people remind me of sharp dazzling diamonds. Valuable but lifeless and loveless. Others, of the simplest field flowers, with hearts full of dew and with all the tints of celestial beauty reflected in their modest petals.

I love her for what she has dared to be, for her hardness, her cruelty, her egoism, her perverseness, her demoniac destructiveness. She would crush me to ashes without hesitation. She is a personality created to the limit. I worship her courage to hurt, and I am willing to be sacrificed to it. She will add the sum of me to her. She will be June plus all that I contain.

A war regarded as inevitable or even probable, and therefore much prepared for, has a very good chance of eventually being fought.

Introspection is a devouring monster.

Good things happen to those who hustle.

When I am most deeply rooted, I feel the wildest desire to uproot myself.