I do not sing nor play, but I adore music, particularly Chopin. I like him because I cannot understand him.

Genius of a kind has always been with me; an empty heart that has taken on a certain wooden quality; an excellent, strong woman's body and a pitiably starved soul.

Genius, apart from natural sensitiveness, is prone equally to unreasoning joy and to bitterest morbidness.

I consider calmly the question of how much evil I should need to kill off my finer feelings.

One's thoughts are one's most crucial adventures. Seriously and strongly and intently to contemplate doing murder is everyway more exciting, more romantic, more profoundly tragic than the murder done.

There is really no right and wrong. I recognize no right and wrong.

I write every day. Writing is a necessity - like eating.