I read a lot by female psychoanalyst Lou Andreas-Salomé, who wrote prominent biographies of Nietzsche, Rilke, and Freud because she studied with all of them. She had this unbelievable insight into contemporary psychoanalysis. What is so interesting is that she wrote her life, and she knew that her life would be about these men, and it didn't stop her from leading an incredibly successful academic career. But her strange self-awareness that she was going to bookmark these men's lives is really interesting to me.

I find it dull when my heart meets my mind

Now that I'm feeling the responsibilities of adulthood, the choices we make become an incredible weight.

I need some isolation, it's necessary to me, that's just who I am. I need to be left alone.

I've been quite fascinated by the relative insignificance of human existence, the shortness of life. We might as well be a letter in a word in a sentence on a page in a book in a library in a city in one country in this enormous universe! And that kind of fear and insignificance has kept me awake at night.

I do so hate to be forced to be anything than other than what I am.

I definitely tell things at arm's length but that is conscious. No part of me wants everybody to know what's going on.