All my life I had feared imprisonment, the nun's cell, the hospital bed, the places where one faced the self without distraction, without the crutches of other people.
I'm a tuning fork, tense and twanging all the time.
What matters is the imaginative truth.
I have always espoused chastity except when one can no longer resist the temptation.
Promiscuity is the death of love.
I was lonelier than I should be, for a woman in love, or half in love.