Convalescence. Such an utter weakness that you lie like an animal hibernating, playing possum. You float. You are adrift. Every current is stronger than you.

If one's conscious life is too rigid, too regimented, then the surface may crack at times, and we are unprepared for the strange emotions or sensations we experience.

The child who is uprooted begins to recognize that what he builds within himself is what will endure, what will withstand shattering experiences.

I am a winged creature who is too rarely allowed to use its wings. Ecstasies do not occur often enough.

I don't mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated

We don't see things as they are, we see them as we ... believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.

When I cannot bear outer pressures anymore, I begin to put order in my belongings...As if unable to organize and control my life, I seek to exert this on the world of objects.