You cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time.

I'm sarcastic, skeptical, and sometimes callous because I'm still afraid, deep down, of letting myself be hurt.

I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that beautiful big green fig-tree.

I need the reality of other people, work, to fulfill myself. Must never become a mere mother and housewife.

There is more than one good way to drown.

I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.

I drink sherry and wine by myself because I like it and I get the sensuous feeling of indulgence...luxury, bliss, erotic-tinged.