Art is for the artist is only suffering through which he releases himself for further suffering.

One day, a leopard stalked into the synagogue, roaring and lashing its tail. Three weeks later, it had become part of the liturgy.

The person I am in the company of my sisters has been entirely different from the person I am in the company of other people. Fearless, powerful, surprising, moved as I otherwise am only when I write.

Man cannot live without a continuous confidence in something indestructible within himself.

I am in chains. Don't touch my chains.

Please — consider me a dream.

My 'fear' is my substance, and probably the best part of me.