While analyzing so many people I realized the constant need of a mother, or a father, or a god (the same thing) is really immaturity. It is a childish need, a human need, but so universal that I can see how it gave birth to all religions.

Travel is seeking the lost paradise. It is the supreme illusion of love.

Sometimes I think of Paris not as a city but as a home.

When one is pretending the entire body revolts.

This great handsomeness I took into myself later when he desired me, but I took it as one breathes air, or swallows a snowflake, or yields to the sun.

How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself.

There are books which we read early in life, which sink into our consciousness and seem to disappear without leaving a trace. And then one day we find, in some summing-up of our life and put attitudes towards experience, that their influence has been enormous.