She makes use of the soft of the bread for a napkin. She falls asleep at times with shoes on, on unmade beds. When a little money comes in, June buys delicacies, strawberries in the winter, caviar and bath salts.

I love the abstract, delicate, profound, vague, voluptuously wordless sensation of living ecstatically.

[On Paris:] A city never entirely known, yet which gives you the feeling of intimacy, of possessing it intimately.

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.

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

The diary taught me that it is in the moments of emotional crisis that human beings reveal themselves most accurately. I learned to choose the heightened moments because they are the moments of revelation.

A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the sun, a bird settled on the fire escape, joy in the task of coffee, joy accompanied me as I walked.