I find there is a quality to being alone that is incredibly precious. Life rushes back into the void, richer, more vivid, fuller than before.

Woman must come of age by herself... She must find her true center alone.

Nothing feeds the center of being so much as creative work.

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

Flowers always have it - poise, completion, fulfillment, perfection . . .

I do not like talking casually to people - it does not interest me - and most of them are unwilling to talk at all seriously.

Frenchwomen just never look ungroomed, do they?