I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.

The ivory tower of the artist may be the only stronghold left for human values, cultural treasures, man’s cult of beauty.

Warmth, perfume, rugs, soft lights, books. They do not appease me. I am aware of time passing, of all the world contains that I have not seen, of all the interesting people I have not met.

Those who cannot live fully often become destroyers of life.

The enemy of a love is never outside, it's not a man or woman, it's what we lack in ourselves.

I am quite wiling to confide entirely in human being, except that at some moment or another human beings get preoccupied, moody, busy, inattentive, and there come an end to the interest, and this never happens in a journal!

Last night I wept. I wept because the process by which I have become woman was painful. I wept because I was no longer a child with a child's blind faith. I wept because my eyes were opened to reality....I wept because I could not believe anymore and I love to believe. I can still love passionately without believing. That means I love humanly. I wept because I have lost my pain and I am not yet accustomed to its absence.