What I cannot love, I overlook.
I want to live only for ecstasy. Small doses, moderate loves, all half-shades leave me cold. I like extravagance.
I am an instrument in the shape of a woman trying to translate pulsations into images.
Life is so fluid. It's like dancing in a river, you never touch the same water twice.
The writer must be in it; he can't be to one side of it, ever. He has to be endangered by it. His own attitudes have to be tested in it. The best work that anybody ever writes is the work that is on the verge of embarrassing him, always.
You don't find love; it finds you. It's got a little bit to do with destiny, fate, and what's written in the stars.
There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do.
Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous.
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
I have an almost complete disregard of precedent and a faith in the possibility of something better. It irritates me to be told how things always have been done. I defy the tyranny of precedent. I go for anything new that might improve the past.
It's all right for a woman to be, above all, human. I am a woman first of all.
Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.