I think that the desire to be cruel and to hurt (with words because any other way might be dangerous to ourself) is part of human nature. Parties are battles (most parties), a conversation is a duel (often). Everybody's trying to hurt first, to get in the dig that will make him or her feel superior, feel triumph.

I found when I was a child that if I put the hurt into words, it would go.

I want more of this feeling - fire and wings.

Everything tender and melancholy - as life is sometimes, just for one moment.

When I think about it, if I had to choose, I'd rather be happy than write.

I'm no use to anybody,' I say. 'I'm a cérébrale, can't you see that?' Thinking how funny a book would be, called 'Just a Cérébrale or You Can't Stop Me From Dreaming'. Only, of course, to be accepted as authentic, to carry any conviction, it would have to be written by a man. What a pity, what a pity!

before I could read, almost a baby, I imagined that God, this strange thing or person I heard about, was a book.