To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others.

Romantic Love is only an Illusion. A story one makes up in One's Mind about Another Person.

I see through most people; I'm hardly ever wrong. I see at once what they've got in them.

It is probable that both in life and in art the values of a woman are not the values of a man.

Whatever may be their use in civilized societies, mirrors are essential to all violent and heroic action.

I'm terrified of passive acquiescence. I live in intensity.

... it's been a perpetual discovery, my life. A miracle.