Dancing brings an endlessness in which nothing matters but to go on dancing - in a room, till the walls disappear - in the open, till the sky, moving as you dance, seems to cleave and let you through.

It will all go on as long as women are stupid enough to go on bringing men into the world. . .

Life ought to be lived on a basis of silence, where truth blossoms.

Women who are not living ought to spend all their time cracking jokes. In a rotten society women grow witty; making a heaven while they wait.

In the midst of the happiness they brought there was always a lurking shadow. The shadow of incompatibility; of the impossibility of being at once bound and free. The garden breeds a longing for the wild; the wild a homesickness for the garden.

The better you hear a thing put, the more certain you are there's another view.

... men want recognition of their work, to help them believe in themselves.