It's all right for a woman to be, above all, human. I am a woman first of all.

I must know, he thinks. It must be clear to me. There is a world which is closed to him, a world of shadings, gradations, nuances, and subtleties. He is a genius and yet he is too explicit. June slips between his fingers. You cannot posses without loving.

I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live.

One discovers that destiny can be diverted, that one does not have to remain in bondage to the first wax imprint made on childhood sensibilities. Once the deforming mirror has been smashed, there is a possibility of wholeness. There is a possibility of joy.

Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy.

I am like a snake who has already bitten. I retreat from a direct battle while knowing the slow effect of the poison.

Idealism is the death of the body and the imagination. All but freedom, utter freedom, is death