For sleep, one needs endless depths of blackness to sink into; daylight is too shallow, it will not cover one.

We are always bargaining with our feelings so that we can live from day to day.

One learns to accept the fact that no permanent return is possible to an old form of relationship; and, more deeply still, that there is no holding of a relationship to a single form. This is not tragedy but part of the ever-recurrent miracle of life and growth.

The most exhausting thing in life, I have discovered, is being insincere. That is why so much of social life is exhausting; one is wearing a mask. I have shed my mask.

people talk about 'sex' as though it hopped about by itself, like a frog!

Women need solitude in order to find again the true essence of themselves.

And if flying, like a glass-bottomed bucket, can give you that vision, that seeing eye, which peers down on the still world below the choppy waves - it will always remain magic.