Write. Write until it stops hurting..

the cynic is a coward. He foresees all barrenness so that barrenness can never surprise him..

I am a winged creature who is too rarely allowed to use its wings. Ecstasies do not occur often enough..

The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say..

Art is the method of levitation, in order to separate one's self from enslavement by the earth..

The source of sexual power is curiosity, passion. You are watching its little flame die of asphyxiation. Sex does not thrive on monotony. Without fee….

One handles truths like dynamite..

Woman does not forget she needs the fecundator, she does not forget that everything that is born of her is planted in her..

I despise my own hypersensitiveness, which requires so much reassurance. It is certainly abnormal to crave so much to be loved and understood..

I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvel….

If a person continues to see giants, it means he is still looking at the world through the eyes of a child..

Either one fails in one's art or in one's life..

I had a feeling that Pandora's box contained the mysteries of woman's sensuality, so different from a man's and for which man's language was so inade….

The core of creation is to summon an image and the power to work with the image..

It amazes me that you feel that each time you write a story you give away one of your dreams and you feel the poorer for it. But then you have not th….

..he made me understand something very important. Whether because I am a Latin, or because I am a neurotic, I have a need of gestures. I am myself ex….

Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely, though when I hate. I hate murderously..

When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow..

I told her, "We have both lost ourselves, but sometimes we reveal the most when we are least like ourselves. I am not trying to think any more. I can….

Now that I am moving, I am afraid. Where am I going?.

There are books which we read early in life, which sink into our consciousness and seem to disappear without leaving a trace. And then one day we fin….