A dress makes no sense unless it inspires men to take it off of you.

For this was the round of love: fear which leads on desire, tenderness and fury, and that brutal anguish which triumphantly follows pleasure.

For what are we looking for if not to please? I do not know if the desire to attract others comes from a superabundance of vitality, possessiveness, or the hidden, unspoken need to be reassured.

Art must take reality by surprise. It takes those moments which are for us merely a moment, plus a moment, plus another moment, and arbitrarily transforms them into a special series of moments held together by a major emotion.

It would be bad form for me to describe people I don't know and don't understand.

There is no such thing as an ideal man. The ideal man is the man you love at the moment.

It amused me to think that one can tell the truth when one is drunk and nobody will believe it.