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.

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.

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.

Death must be got through as life had been, just somehow.

No future life could heal the degradation of having been a woman. Religion in the world had nothing but insults for women.

Deep down in everyone was sorrow and certainty.

Life is creation - self and circumstances, the raw material.