Houses turn to corpses overnight when we cease to live and love in them.

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

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.

I love the abstract, delicate, profound, vague, voluptuously wordless sensation of living ecstatically.

The suppression of inner patterns in favor of patterns created by society is dangerous to us.

I looked at it [revolver] as if it reminded me of a crime I had committed with an irrepressible smile such as rises sometimes to people’s lips in the face of great catastrophes which are beyond their grasp, the smile that comes at times on certain women’s faces while they are saying they regret the harm they have done. It is the smile of nature quietly and proudly asserting its natural right to kill.

I am only responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing my darling. Only a fool would give out such a vital organ