My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living.

In every relationship, sooner or later, there is a court scene. Accusations, counter-accusations, a trial, a verdict.

Balance is not to be sought by association with others; it must exist within one's self.

He has, like me, a sense of smell. I let him inhale me, then I slip away.

To love and to labor is the sum of living.

Three or four threads may be agitated, like telegraph wires, at the same time, and if I were to tap them all I would reveal such a mixture of innocence and duplicity, generosity and calculation, fear and courage, I cannot tell the whole truth simply because I would have to write four journals at once.

Don't say anything, because I see that you understand me, and I am afraid of your understanding. I have such a fear of finding another like myself, and such a desire to find one! I am so utterly lonely, but I also have such a fear that my isolation be broken through, and I no longer be the head and ruler of my universe. I am in great terror of your understanding by which you penetrate into my world; and then I stand revealed and I have to share my kingdom with you.