I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness.
He does not need opium. He has the gift of reverie.
When you possess light within, you see it externally.
Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous.
Where the myth fails, human love begins. Then we love a human being, not our dream, but a human being with flaws.
You live out the confusions until they become clear.
When I am most deeply rooted, I feel the wildest desire to uproot myself.
The ivory tower of the artist may be the only stronghold left for human values, cultural treasures, man’s cult of beauty.
The fiery moments of passionate experience are the moments of wholeness and totality of the personality.
Art is the method of levitation, in order to separate one’s self from enslavement by the earth.
The richest source of creation is feeling, followed by a vision of its meaning.
Nothing too long imagined can be perfect in a wordly way.
Jazz is the music of the body.
Ordinary life does not interest me.
The bed must be a beautiful place, not only because you make love there but because you dream there as well.
There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. But there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don’t work.
Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat.
My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living.
I walk ahead of myself in perpetual expectancy of miracles.
You have a right to experiment with your life. You will make mistakes. And they are right too.