The softness of the summer day like an ermine paw.
Where the myth fails, human love begins. Then we love a human being, not our dream, but a human being with flaws.
I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness.
I want to do things so wild with you that I don't know how to say them.
The love of only one man or one woman is an enclosure.
[in the]..curious way that my idealism has been mixed with my fatalism, so that I can possess the soul of a dreamer and that of a cynic at the same time......I possess a power of magic...[to] destroy the balance of a well-designed destiny with my diabolical mind.