I am dead. I have no desire for you. My body no longer wants the one who doesn’t love.

Drinking isn't necessarily the same as wanting to die. But you can't drink without thinking you're killing yourself.

It was the men I deceived the most that I loved the most.

I'm still there, watching those possessed children, as far away from the mystery now as I was then. I've never written, though I thought I wrote, never loved, though I thought I loved, never done anything but wait outside the closed door.

Some people are like that - closed - they can't learn from anyone. Us, for example, we can't learn anything, neither I from you nor you from me, nor from anyone, nor from anything, nor from what happens.

You alone became the outer surface of my life, the side I never see, and you will be that, the unknown part of me, until I die.

There are many women who write as they think they should write - to imitate men and make a place for themselves in literature.