Life is only lived full-time by women with children.

Their voices reach out into the empty yard, plunge deep into the hills, go right through the heart.

In homosexual love the passion is homosexuality itself. What a homosexual loves, as if it were his lover, his country, his art, his land, is homosexuality.

a writer is a foreign country

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

That she had so completely recovered her sanity was a source of sadness to her. One should never be cured of one's passion.

In love there are no vacations. No such thing. Love has to be lived fully with its boredom and all that.