They could not understand the advantage of living contrary to their inclinations in this world in order to enjoy a hypothetical well-being in another.

And I am not one of those women who trips twice over the same stone.

Give, give, give - what is the point of having experience, knowledge or talent if I don't give it away? Of having stories if I don't tell them to others? Of having wealth if I don't share it? I don't intend to be cremated with any of it! It is in giving that I connect with others, with the world and with the divine.

You only have what you give. It’s by spending yourself that you become rich.

Love is music, and sex is only the instrument.

I try desperately to conquer the transitory nature of my existence, to trap moments before they evenesce, to untangle the confusion of my past. Every instant disappears in a breath and immediately becomes the past; reality is ephemeral and changing, pure longing.

Writing is like making love. Don't worry about the orgasm, just concentrate on the process.