What you burnt, broke, and tore is still in my hands. I am the keeper of fragile things and I have kept of you what is indissoluble..

In New York the acoustics are good for laughter, for life is all external, all action, no thought, no meditation, no dreaming, no reflection, only th….

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source..

It is my secrecy which makes you unhappy, my evasions, my silences. And so I have found a solution. Whenever you get desperate with my mysteries, my ….

Nowhere is inhumanity more revealed than in hospitals..

He was jealous of her future, and she of his past..

I often see how you sob over what you destroy, how you want to stop and just worship; and you do stop, and then a moment later you are at it again wi….

Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. ….

I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly..

Paris-New York, the two high tension magnetic poles between life, life of the senses, of the spirit in Paris, and life in action in New York..

I find that life, day by day, is composed of at least one joy, one problem and one sorrow. Then there are the smaller ingredients: you always learn s….

There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do..

The personal, if it is deep enough, becomes universal, mythical, symbolic..

The bed must be a beautiful place, not only because you make love there but because you dream there as well..

The preoccupation of the novelist: how to capture the living moments, was answered by the diary. You write while you are alive. You do not preserve t….

I reserve the right to love many different people at once, and to change my prince often..

Memory is a great betrayer..

In the world of the dreamer there was solitude: all the exaltations and joys came in the moment of preparation for living. They took place in solitud….

Everything but happiness is neurosis..

I want to do things so wild with you that I don't know how to say them..

I disregard the proportions, the measures, the tempo of the ordinary world. I refuse to live in the ordinary world as ordinary women. To enter ordina….