Occupation: Author Birth: February 21, 1903 Death: January 14, 1977
I prefer by far the warmth and softness to mere brilliancy and coldness. Some people remind me of sharp dazzling diamonds. Valuable but lifeless and ….
I don’t really want to become normal, average, standard. I want merely to gain in strength, in the courage to live out my life more fully, enjoy more….
I walk ahead of myself in perpetual expectancy of miracles..
His life rushes onward in such torrential rhythm that...only angels and devils can catch the tempo of it..
He had a mania for washing and disinfecting himself. . . . For him the only danger came from the microbes that attacked the body. He had not studied ….
Travel is seeking the lost paradise. It is the supreme illusion of love..
The source of sexual power is curiosity, passion. You are watching its little flame die of asphyxiation..
Balance is not to be sought by association with others; it must exist within one's self..
What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?.
In my dreams I sleep with everybody..
My life is slowed up by thought and the need to understand what I am living..
If a person continues to see only giants, it means he is still seeing the world through the eyes of a child. I have a feeling that man's fear of woma….
Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. And then love will come to you, then it comes to you..
The real wonders of life lie in the depths. Exploring the depths for truths is the real wonder which the child and the artist know: magic and power l….
Good things happen to those who hustle..
I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work….
I only believe in fire. Life. Fire. Being myself on fire I set others on fire. Never death. Fire and life..
When you possess light within, you see it externally..
The morning I got up to begin this book I coughed. Something was coming out of my throat: it was strangling me. I broke the thread which held it and ….
We efface an hour by passionate love, without twists, without aftertaste. When it is finished, it is not finished, we lie still in each other's arms ….
... only love begets love..