Fame separates you from life.

I can conceive of 'falling in love' over and over again. But 'marriage,' this richness of life itself, I cannot conceive of having again - or with anyone else. In this sense 'marriage' seems to me indissoluble.

Who is not afraid of pure space - that breathtaking empty space of an open door?

It's funny how you can be mad at someone one moment and want to hug them the next.

Why do progress and beauty have to be so opposed?

Cut asparagus at night - in desperation. When one is very tired one always does one more thing.

When the heart is flooded with love there is no room in it for fear, for doubt, for hesitation.