never forget this moment, the hum of the bee, the saffron threads of the flower, the drawn blinds, nature's assiduousness and human cruelty.

I did not sleep. I never do when I am over-happy, over-unhappy, or in bed with a strange man.

When you fall in love, it is spring no matter when. Leaves falling make no difference, they are from another season.

What we forgot as children is that our parents are children, also. The child in them has not been satisfied or met or loved, often.

fear is a dreadful drawback because it stops us living in the moment.

What matters is the imaginative truth.

Recollection is not something that I can summon up, it simply comes and I am the servant of it.