Some people read to confirm their own hopelessness. Others read to be rescued from it..

she acquired the certainty of the expansion of time by depth of emotion, range and infinite multiplicity of experience..

Sexual intercourse... a joyous, joyous, joyous, joyous impaling of woman on man's sensual mast..

Innocence was gone from all our acts. Our habitual state of rebellion became a serious political crime..

To write at the same temperature at which I live I should write nothing but poetry..

I have so strong a sense of creation, of tomorrow, that I cannot get drunk, knowing I will be less alive, less well, less creative the next day..

destruction is ultimately self-destruction..

It's all right for a woman to be, above all, human. I am a woman first of all..

Poetry, which is our relation to the senses, enables us to retain a living relationship to all things. It is the quickest means of transportation to ….

You carry away with you a reflection of me, a part of me. I dreamed you; I wished for your existence. You will always be a part of my life. If I love….

I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason..

Violence is a symptom of impotence..

Expressing feelings is linked directly with creation... In this ability to tap the sources of feeling and imagination lies the secret of abundance..

For too many centuries women have been being muses to artists. I wanted to be the muse, I wanted to be the wife of the artist, but I was really tryin….

Your strength is soft, indirect, delicate, tender, womanly. But it is strength just the same..

I see enormous loves growing immense and finally crushing me..

In each studio there is a human being dressed in the full regalia of his myth fearing to expore a vulnerable opening, spreading not his charms but hi….

I adore the struggle you carry in yourself. I adore your terrifying sincerity..

How well I know with what burning intensity you live. You have experienced many lives already, including several you have shared with me- full rich l….

I don't mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated.

What can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it, conceal it, bury it where I may never lose it? I want to kneel as it falls over me like rain, gat….