The woman who needs to create works of art is born with a kind of psychic tension in her which drives her unmercifully to find a way to balance, to make herself whole. Every human being has this need: in the artist it is mandatory. Unable to fulfill it, he goes mad. But when the artist is a woman she fulfills it at the expense of herself as a woman.

Don't forget that compared to a grownup person every baby is a genius.

About loving, I have little to learn from the young.

He [the cat] wound himself around her legs, purring the purr of ardent desire like a kettle coming to a boil and then bubbling very fast.

Revision is not going back and fussing around, but going forward into the process of creation

We only keep what we lose.

It is dark now. The snow is deep blue and the ocean nearly black. It is time for some music.