Worlds self made are so full of monsters and demons.

My life is not possible to tell. I change every day, change my patterns, my concepts, my interpretations. I am a series of moods and sensations. I play a thousand roles. I weep when I find others play them for me. My real self is unknown. My work is merely an essence of this vast and deep adventure.

When I first met him, he did not care if a friend did not fit into his world, because at that time his world had not been born yet.

I disregard the proportions, the measures, the tempo of the ordinary world. I refuse to live in the ordinary world as ordinary women. To enter ordinary relationships. I want ecstasy. I am a neurotic — in the sense that I live in my world. I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.

The unknown was my compass. The unknown was my encyclopedia. The unnamed was my science and progress.

The creative personality never remains fixed on the first world it discovers. It never resigns itself to anything.

Jazz is the music of the body.