There was a star riding through clouds one night, & I said to the star, 'Consume me'.
I will not be "famous," "great." I will go on adventuring, changing, opening my mind and my eyes, refusing to be stamped and stereotyped. The thing is to free one's self: to let it find its dimensions, not be impeded.
Would there be trees if we didn't see them?
Theories then are dangerous things.
Women and fiction remain, so far as I am concerned, unsolved problems.
Tragedies come in the hungry hours.