I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come.

I dream too much, work too little.

Every day is precious and I feel infinitely sad at this time melting away from me.

I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?

Ash, ash —- You poke and stir. Flesh, bone, there is nothing there—— A cake of soap, A wedding ring, A gold filling. Herr God, Herr Lucifer Beware Beware. Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air.

Sometimes I feel so stupid and dull and uncreative that I am amazed when people tell me differently.

I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.