They came to her, naturally, since she was a woman, all day long with this and that; one wanting this, another that; the children were growing up; she often felt she was nothing but a sponge sopped full of human emotions.

But our hatred is almost indistinguishable from our love.

The sea was indistinguishable from the sky, except that the sea was slightly creased as if a cloth had wrinkles in it.

It might be possible that the world itself is without meaning.

Once she knows how to read there's only one thing you can teach her to believe in and that is herself.

Communication is truth; communication is happiness. To share is our duty; to go down boldly and bring to light those hidden thoughts which are the most diseased; to conceal nothing; to pretend nothing; if we are ignorant to say so; if we love our friends to let them know it.

I spent an hour looking at pots and carpets in the museums the other day, until the desire to describe them became like the desire for the lusts of the flesh.