To think of him in the middle of the day lifts me out of ordinary living.

I walked into my own book, seeking peace. It was night, and I made a careless movement inside the dream; I turned too brusquely the corner and I bruised myself against my madness.

If I love you it means we share the same fantasies, the same madnesses

Whenever you do something that is not aligned with the yearning or your soul—you create suffering.

Had I not created my whole world, I would certainly have died in other people’s.

I believe that men are generally still a little afraid of the dark though the witches are all hung, and Christianity and candles have been introduced.

She had lost herself somewhere along the frontier between her inventions, her stories, her fantasies and her true self. The boundaries had become effaced, the tracks lost, she had walked into pure chaos, and not a chaos which carried her like the galloping of romantic riders in operas and legends, but which suddenly revealed the stage props: a papier-mâché horse.