I love your silences, they are like mine. You are the only being before whom I am not distressed by my own silences. You have a vehement silence, one feels it is charged with essences, it is a strange...
I love her for what she has dared to be, for her hardness, her cruelty, her egoism, her perverseness, her demoniac destructiveness. She would crush me to ashes without hesitation. She is a personality...
I know that I go through life like a drunkard. I'm drunk on illusion. But no matter how drunk I am, there are things I can't help seeing, ferociously real things. I close my eyes, and I reel, I reel....
I have created myself a soul, big as the world, that leaks all over, and I have to keep calling for the plumber.
I don’t understand. I have so much courage, fire, energy, for so many things, yet I get so hurt, so wounded by small things.
I don't want you to taint that fragile coat of astonishing colors created by my illusions, which no painter has ever been able to reproduce. Strange, isn't it, that no chemical will give a human being...
I do not need to be a selfless child, or a woman giving to the point of self-annihilation.
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 ordinary relationships. I want ecstasy. I am a neurotic —...
His room was like an explorer's den, a lair of furs, the cave of a magician.
Her lack of confidence in life, in realization, in the fulfillment of her desires, in the outcome of a dream, in the possibility of reality corresponding to her fantasy, speeded her bicycle with the i...
But I am not sure what this self is. For the moment I seem to be busy tearing down what I was.
At night too, she puzzled the mystery of her desperate need of kindness. As other girls prayed for handsomeness in a lover, or for wealth, or for power, or for poetry, she had prayed fervently: let hi...
A man fell in love with Jeanne, and she tried to love him. But she complained that he uttered such ordinary words, that he could never say the magic phrase which would open her being.
Human beings place upon an object, or a person, this responsibility of being the obstacle when the obstacle lies always within one's self.
And the very folds of the curtains contained secrets and sighs.
Our age has need of violence, he writes. And he is violence.
I would like to have your sureness. I am waiting for love, the core of a woman's life.Don't wait for it, I said. Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. And then love will come to you, then it...
I was growing sad, sad with restlessness and hunger. I felt that nothing would happen to me. I felt desperate with desire to be a woman, to plunge into living. Why was I enslaved by this need of being...
I only feel close to people who arouse my energy, who make enormous demands of me, who are capable of enriching me with experience, pain, people who do not doubt my courage, or my toughness. People wh...
I am in great terror of your understanding by which you penetrate into my world; and then I stand revealed and I have shared my kingdom with you.