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

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

If all of us acted in unison as I act individually there would be no wars and no poverty. I have made myself personally responsible for the fate of every human being who has come my way.

She had acquired some of his gypsy ways, some of his nonchalance, his bohemian indiscipline. She had swung with him into the disorders of strewn clothes, spilled cigarette ashes, slipping into bed all dressed, falling asleep thus, indolence, timelessness...A region of chaos and moonlight. She liked it there.

If one's conscious life is too rigid, too regimented, then the surface may crack at times, and we are unprepared for the strange emotions or sensations we experience.

Experience teaches acceptance of the imperfect as life.

Shame is the lie someone told you about yourself.