September is different from all other months. It is more magical. I feel the strange chemical change in the earth which produces mushrooms is the cause, too, of the extra 'life' in the air - a resilience, a sparkle.

There are always these moments in life when the limits of suffering are reached and we become heroes and heroines.

Make it a rule of life never to regret and never to look back.

I love the rain. I want the feeling of it on my face.

We can do whatever we wish to do provided our wish is strong enough. But the tremendous effort needed- one doesn't always want to make it-does one? ... But what else can be done? What's the alternative? What do you want most to do? That's what I have to keep asking myself, in the face of difficulties.

I feel I must live alone, alone, alone - with artists only to touch the door. Every artist cuts off his ear and nails it on the outside of the door for the others to shout into.

Wind moving through grass so that the grass quivers. This moves me with an emotion I don't even understand.