You are the only woman who ever answered the demands of my imagination.

I adore the struggle you carry in yourself. I adore your terrifying sincerity.

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

I see enormous loves growing immense and finally crushing me.

There is a fissure in my vision and madness will always rush through.

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

Where the myth fails, human love begins. Then we love a human being, not our dream, but a human being with flaws.