If you can't create, you destroy.

Keeping a Diary all my life helped me to discover some basic elements essential to the vitality of writing.

I am only responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing my darling. Only a fool would give out such a vital organ

If I fall asleep, it is because I am overloaded. I sleep because one hour with Henry contains five years of my life, and one phrase, one caress answers the expectations of a hundred nights. When I hear him laugh, I say, "I have heard Rabelais.". And I swallow his laughter like bread and wine.

I see enormous loves growing immense and finally crushing me.

What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?

Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.